I was about to have heart surgery, I dreamed this morning. A friend, a healer, placed his hands on my heart. There were the pre-surgical tests yet to come. But I felt no anxiety or dread.

An effect of this journey to a Caribbean Island, with dear friends, is an operation of the heart: how am I changing my habits of living, loving? How will I think and act and make choices differently after this "surgery"? 

Here's how I walked in wonder today:

There is a little cave down a steep, rugged path over dried old coral. A little beach of antique broken conchs and ruby sponge, plastic bottles (without messages) rolling over the broken shelled and seaweed covered sand. Under the shelter of the coral cave I find a beauty of an old conch that looks like it was tossed up ages ago. I want to take this one home to keep and remember, my heart, open and kind. What is new this day: I am meditating on kindness and how I can be more kind every day. 

As we are about to climb up over the coral, instead, I spy a crumbling old stone staircase leading back up. An easy ascent!