2/23: Poppy and late night reflection

My boys, Natan and Noah, with their new cousin Poppy

A couple of weeks ago (or maybe months, who knows) I was thinking that maybe our sixth sense (not the prescient one) is our heart - feeling our connection to the universe. But now I think the heart sense is not a sense at all, but a state of being. It is a faith in the "present," a faith in the five other senses, a faith in the possibility that analytical reasoning might not be all there is and it might not be the best way to feel one with God, for the presence of God might only be felt in the moment, in the immediate intimacy of reality when the identity quiets and just listens, steps back, so to speak, and opens the door, a faith that there is nothing (and everything) to lose.