Healthy heart. Healthy head.

     I’m beginning to believe that the heart is the centre of pretty much everything. It’s not just a muscle. It’s not just pumping blood into your whole physical being—which is grand enough in itself—it holds something precious. It must. It’s not separate from the head either. The heart doesn’t think (there are some theories, I know) but the head, the brain, certainly holds thought. It processes thought. It functions through thought. It thinks. Doesn’t it? My hands don’t hold thought. Neither do my feet, or ears, or eyes… In fact, my brain is infinitely more important! And my heart? Equally important. I can’t do without either my brain or my heart. Although, yes, my heart can be replaced. But my brain? Definitely not!
     Getting back to the subject at hand…

     The brain processes what is in the heart. Doesn’t it?
If I feel a great sense of well-being, I don’t feel it in my head, I feel it in my heart. My heart may be bursting with joy and my head identifies what is going on. Then the whole body experiences it.
If I am heartbroken, my head identifies what is going on but my heart feels it. I may even clutch my heart, my breast, my chest in a type of heaviness and my whole body may feel overwhelmed by sorrow. Tears may flow. Groans of emotional pain may fill the air.

     There is more to the heart than blue blood, red blood, red cells, white cells, platelets, plasma…and lots of other stuff…
There is more to the head than brain cells, neurons, neural pathways, axons, dendrites, and…lots of other stuff…
Heart, head, body…
There’s so much more!

     I don’t want to be separated into parts like a machine or delegated to the philosophy of materialism where nothing exists except matter and its movements and modifications (according to the Oxford Dictionary) because there is so much more.