This phrase came to me last month while helping a dear friend as her husband lay dying. The words I spoke to her just didn't seem to be enough. I wanted her to know how deeply I felt her loss. As I thought about my frustration, this question came to me -"Can you read my heart?"
I scribbled these words onto a piece of paper and laid it on my desk. As I completed this little one I decided that with the writing on her arms and legs and her rusty, old heart sitting quite boldly on her breast, she deserved a very special name. And so it is... "Can you read my heart?"
"Wherever you go, go with all your heart." - Confucius
