Because I once fainted while giving blood, I’m aware of the
need to keep my body calm during this important process. In a bid to avoid a
repeat performance of the
losing-consciousness-then-needing-emergency-intervention-and-vomiting-everywhere
situation, I had a genius idea: meditation! What better way to keep my body
calm and well out of shock territory?
This was not a good idea, as it turns out. What happened was,
my heart rate dropped so low that alarm bells started going off –
literally! – and the staff rushed over to check that I was not on the verge of
fainting. (I wasn’t.) That’s when I realised it might be a good idea to keep my
heart rate fairly fast so it can pump blood effectively.
So maybe I should be telling it to open up more. To trust. To
dance. To take risks. To light the way forward.
This reminds me of a beautiful passage from Paulo Coelho’s
book The Alchemist – a book I adore
so much that it would be a desert-island item for me – about talking to your
heart: "Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself."
I think I’m going to do that more often now.