For The First Time In Forever...
So I haven’t been posting as much. I find this interest ebbs and flows. Sometimes it’s really intense, and other times it takes so much effort just to want to share. Truth be told, it’s been the latter for me for quite a few months now. Things happened, feels were felt (sometimes I couldn’t even identify them) and the idea of recording and posting her beats became mentally draining. I struggled. There are many recordings that never made it through editing and writing to posting. The funny thing is, I was happiest when I was doing this, but I couldn’t break that barrier.
Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t jump into sharing lightly. For me, sharing and listening to a heartbeat live is not trivial. The heart carries a side of you that’s deep and beautiful, and I’m not there for a transactional event. I want to know you as someone I call a friend, and by hearing each other’s heart, getting to know you better. I want to understand what makes you tick, literally, and connect in a way that words aren’t needed. That’s what sharing is to me, and why I hold it so sacred.
Cue this morning: a normal rainy Sunday, but the clouds couldn’t dampen today. One of my newer friends here shared their heart with me for the first time. I say “newer” however, by the time I heard their heartbeat, I’d known them for months or even years. There’s something magical about the first time hearing them react to your comments, your brain trying to familiarise itself with the rhythm and sounds. I always feel honored to be part of that, trusted with something so special and intimate.
I didn’t share in this session, but afterward, I pulled out my steth and listened to Anna. I haven’t done this in a while, not in this way. Not listening to see if she’s pounding as much as she feels like she is, but just making space for her to feel all those feelings. This moment made me remember what I loved, how I felt before, and how much I desire that connection in a safe space in real time. Posting her here was empowering when I couldn’t express her in my real world. I don’t think it’s fully reversed the last few months, but I feel the journey has started back toward what I had.
So this is a recording of her after the share. At this point, my meds were kicking in, yet she was so calm in the low 60s. You may notice a few spikes in rate, those are thanks to the comments of my newish friend that instigated them. When I listened to her, she just felt peaceful, and so did the rest of me.
If you want to listen to a very calm, unexciting recording, here’s Anna just being content. The title of this recording suits it perfectly. Anna was named after the princess in Frozen, and this truly feels like her after a period of isolation. Let’s just hope there’s no Eternal Winter to weather next, right?