by Jean Shinoda Bolen, M.D.
The Heart of the World is fragmented. It is in over six billion pieces, the same number as there are people in the world. If only each person had a heart in the metaphoric sense. Yet every infant comes into the world as a small, vulnerable, inherently lovable being, capable of generating love and expressing love. If all went well, every child would grow into a compassionate and empathic adult, everyone would add another essence of heart to the Heart of the World. I am reminded of a time when I heard Maya Angelou speak at a conference and under her direction, sang "This little light of mine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine!" The fullness and warmth it evoked could easily be expressed as: "This little heart of mine, let it glow, let it glow, let it glow." Seven hundred voices—mostly women’s—were as one as we went from belting it out to singing it softly. Our hearts were engaged and connected; we were one in heart as well as in song. Sung with feeling and enthusiasm, the song filled my chest.