Wednesday's reading was this one: "Do not let your hearts be troubled. . . " It was like a balm to me, reading that after TKD class. I decided it would be my mantra for life for a while.
But as a writer, an essayist, troubled hearts are . . . well, the heart of my work.
Essay writers look at troubled hearts, examine them, figure out what makes them troubled. Otherwise, my blog would just be "this happened, then this happened." That's not a story, as I often tell my students. Where's the conflict, the struggle, the troubled hearts?
But what do I know about hearts, troubled or otherwise? The only heart I know something about is my own, so that's the heart I examine in the pages of this blog. And on the way, I examine mind and body, too!
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