I didn’t realize until now that the heart and the womb are so closely connected. In some ways they are alike. They are both essential for sustaining life. They both create out of love. We are held in our mothers womb until our heart can hold our life afloat by itself. Then we become women and do that for our children. A true circle of life.
In this sense, our womb, is a woman’s second heart. The womb and heart are partners in a dance creating and sustaining life.
I have made peace with letting go of this second heart of mine. It is possible to live a good life without it. Much like we can survive with one lung or one kidney. What I didn’t expect was the grieving that my heart would have to do.
Since surgery I have awakened deep in the night to find myself crying. A sad mournful cry I have not heard come from within me before. A physical sensation of my heart aching.
At first, my logical self just explained it away. But after the 3rd time I began to wonder.
Like losing its brother or sister. My heart seems to be grieving the loss. The loss of its other half in this dance of my life. I certainly have my own grief I am working through.
I just had never heard the sound of my heart cry.
Not The Maid 