Not the heart of the matter, but the heart of matter. Not figurative, but literal: matter being the web of existence, strung between tangible and intangible 'stuff' - all of it real, all of it available to our feeling, sensing, thinking bodies.
We turn it into music, we compose it into poems, we shape it into art and buildings, we make it into food and furniture and films.
And I have made it into a book ... 'book' being rooted in the German word 'Buche' - beech.
And a beech in my garden gave me, and my husband, healing.
When I created my website, Maggie, who set it up for me, wrote that my blog was where I would speak my heart. And where I would be quiet at times.
Sometimes, speaking my heart is the same as being quiet.
Yes. Speaking the heart makes a sanctuary space, a protection against babble.