I’ve mentioned in previous posts how hard my heart pounds. Constantly. Not a high pulse rate, just an explosion with every beat. I can often hear it beating. In fact, a few days ago while in the enclosed space beneath my desk resetting my internet connection it sounded like a bass drum on Christmas morning in the hands of a fourth grader.
This morning when I awakened it was beating calmly, dare I say almost normally. I don’t recall it being so relaxed. It has picked up intensity again in the ensuing couple of hours which included the routine morning walk. But still, I am wondering what this means.
I am analytic by nature and an engineer by education, and have spent my entire career in research and development. These factors are the perfect storm for a skeptical personality. I have always tried to subscribe to the following edict:
“We must never make experiments to confirm our ideas, but simply to control them.” Claud Bernard, Bulletin of New York Academy of Medicine, 1928
Not that I’m engaged in any particular experiment here, but the sentiment still applies. And so I wonder about the calmness of my heart as I awakened . . .
Near the top of the list of possible explanations is that my diet has radically changed and the digestive process and resulting load on my heart is likely reduced. There are other aspects of the 13-Point Plan that might have a bearing. And my sleeping position on the hillside is with my body at a slight upward angle, which may reduce the pumping requirement on the heart.
But I am not prepared to discount the possibility that nine hours of direct contact with mother earth may have beneficial aspects to our health. The conductive transfer of energy between two adjacent bodies is a long established scientific principle. And I fully acknowledge that there are forces at play in the universe that I don’t begin to understand. So I will continue to place my heart against the earth every night until there is a compelling reason not to.
Why does modern life disconnect us so completely with that from which we have sprung?
Off to Santa Barbara now to chase biopsy slides and get some work done. More posts this evening . . .
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Obviously, the feather bed minimized the telescoping of rock irregularities thereby removing external pressures an allowing for uninhibited function and uninterrupted slumber... ya think?
there are few times I am more relaxed and at peace than when I am in Mother Nature's house. There is nothing like it ... our minds, bodies, and spirits know it is right.
As for the music ... At the ripe old age of *($&, through the wonderful inspiration of Lynda and Andrea, I have started learning to play the keyboard. Each day, I will play a healing song for you!! It may not be the same as you being surrounded by the sound, first hand, and the universe may not always recognize what i now produce as music, but it will be played/sent with all the love and positive energy for healing that I can possibly infuse into each note. Listen for it ... if it doesn't make you nauseaous, it may help you heal.
hugs, love, air, clouds, dirt, notes ...
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