It started on the 9th day of Christmas in the year two thousand fifteen CE/AD.
Heart, is a Christmas story.
The story-teller was quite under the weather for a few days preceding, with a nagging cold. In a flat overlooking the East River, really no incentive presented itself to leave the room on New Year's day, after having returned to the flat, very early, four seventeen in the morning, precisely, once the companion had left for warmer climes, on an airplane. A bit of sleep and recuperation was in order, for the relapsing cough.
On the second day of the new year, the story-teller, began a walk during the early afternoon from the studio flat, with an electronic pedometer in a pocket, seeking coffee, a little bite to eat, and some recommended medicine.
Upon returning to the flat, to recuperate some more, the pedometer, tracking just over two miles, accounted. Later in the day, wanting to attain the daily 5 mile goal, to be logged on the electronic tracker, a food grail was targeted.
Looking for something to eat, a Mexican fare burrito was sought, and was to be found at Pedro’s. The walking distance was 1.6 miles away, in Dumbo near downtown Brooklyn. Mapping out the pedway, an upside down L route emerged, along Furman Street and then onto Front Street, becoming the chosen course. Without getting lost, success was attained in getting to Pedro's. With the burrito prepaid, and in hand, headings for a return course back, for the 3 mile round trip, to the studio flat, via the Brooklyn Bridge Park, commenced.
Near everyone was gone out of the park, as it was after 9:00 PM & 37° F, except for some soccer players, on half of a full field, playing a unwaveringly fast game, of seven on seven, players. Sitting there, taking out the all in one meal, watching a most invigorating soccer match, on the pitch, in the park, atop Pier 5 while eating about a half of the portion, restored health seemed imminent.
Ruminating on getting back to continue recuperation, the legs pushed forward, along Furman Street, onto the studio flat. Once settled in, curiosity was aroused, was the 5 miles attained, for the day? Only sudden realization formed, the electronic tracker was missing. The conclusion closed in, after everything had been scoured in the studio, the device was certainly lost.
Then remembering, attention was given the "syncing" feature, on the phone app, the evidence exposed itself. The last synced steps occurred just before eight PM. Recollection of the time at 7:51 PM on the telephone corroborated with visual acuity.
Thus the thinking was certain, the loss was in or near the coffee shop, which had been a stop, on Front Street right at that time. suggesting the mislaying must have occurred when the phone was pulled from a pocket to check the time of return.
In any event, a call to the coffee shop to confirm was in order, but of course the shop was long since closed. Knowing exactly where the device was lost, it was in order to single-mindedly plan to make a trip back, to hopefully find and retrieve the tracker, in the morning.
With a clear head, and purpose, venturing off about 8:15 AM, the 10th day of Christmas, in morning air, the feet set out. Taking the B-61 bus to the end of the line, then across the street, down the stairs, awaiting the F train, and traveling one stop to the York station. Exiting out of the subway tunnel, walking down the street, to see Pedro's restaurant and bar, in the daylight, and making a left onto Front Street, bearings to the coffee shop, were footed.
Ordering some coffee, while asking the attendant if anybody had turned in the an electronic pedometer, after some checking in the lost and found, a negative response came the reply. Buying the drink of coffee, back out to the street, retracing steps continued.
Check the trash cans, right? Stepping to the backside of the store, surely there ... 'it' is to be found, in one of those four trash cans. Debate began however, noting the eyes of 24 hour surveillance might not compute one’s odd rummaging. It was then judged to be less than a sound idea. Thus a decision made, the walk continued, the path traveled previous, pursued, knowing full well the device was lost, within a hundred feet atop that standing point.
Correct are you, reader, in concluding the device was not found, except the story does not end, quite yet.
A thought materialized, while walking quietly into the park, across unceasing, incessant, BQE roar, call the electronic tracker company. The app’s phone menu helpfully listed, a lost and found category, available.
Telephoning the customer support, then waiting 15 minutes on hold, with noise suppression enabled, a sympathetic voice spoke. Asking some questions, doing some internal tracking of its own, and reporting, the advocate advised the item was eligible for replacement.
Indicating a confirmation was to be sent by email, as a verification that a replacement electronic pedometer was being processed.
Asking the advocate its name, the response returned, Heart.
Know now this, in this story-teller's life, the heart has a special spot, more than symbolic, always as it indeed signifies, " life “. Also, as it happens, the story-teller carries daily a little pouch, with a ‘heart’ embroidered into its body, and heart shaped zipper slider pull tab trailing.
To say elation concluded the phone call is true, it did.
So thankful that the universe understood this loss. Yet, a knowing emerged greater than this material loss, along the pedway. What is it that comes to mind with the loss of a soul, say a father, or an aunt, or another?
The answered arrived with the speed of light.
When life experiences a loss, or a soul seems lost in space-time and space, the message received was simple, Creation understands.
There then, is the deeper significance in this event of now, a knowing of the unknown, a cosmic convergence became transfigured reality. In this unique moment, on the streets of a city, by the water's edge, seated comfortably in the park, the cloud of unknowing separated, shining clarity, comfort and command.
Earthly citizens will continue to be lost seeking their own purpose, unless their own health is fit. If native and naturalized world occupants are to be stewards of a truly health-filled planet, with very health-minded places, and living in the most healthy of architectural structures, then a home for the body, housing the emotions of intellect, soul and spirit, has a requisite. Unhealthiness untreated, is cause for diseased misery, while, wellness brings restoration, resolve and resurrection.
The story-teller reached a shared, common, natural point, that one's twelve days of Christmas joy, brings earthlings health for a lifetime & beyond.