Heart Work

I'm Touched...
Touched by my heart,
Touched by my blood,
And touched by my cardiovascular system

I listen to the beating of my heart,
I listen to the gushing of my blood in my arteries, in my veins;
the gush of living, pulsating, warm blood going through my whole body;
And I listen to that deep, deep mother blood in my womb,

Womb Blood....
Blood that holds so many memories....

And then heart, blood, breath mingles with Primary Respiration
I Breathe....
I Sigh....
I Smile....
My Heart,
My Blood
One Drop of Stillness

The shedding of old skin,
A new form begins.

(I started by wanting to write something about my 5 days in New Zealand, attending Michael Shea's "The Heart of Biodynamic Craniosacral Therapy" workshop. What came up was the poem above. It pretty much sums up my feelings I have about the course.)