On my walk this morning, I listed the gifts of a broken heart.

– I am walking again, I am rediscovering my love of walking in nature, in the morning mist, through the woods. That was always my sport, my passion, it was lost but has been returned to me. As a result, I am losing weight, feeling strong. I did not know I was a healthy man.

– I learned everything I need to know about my body in the last month, I am sound and in rebirth.

– I see the power of friendship and connection, when your heart is broken, friendship reveals itself. Or not.

– I am reborn, I see the world anew, I am full of new plans and new ideas, life has sharper and richer meaning for me.

– Love is reaffirmed. Maria’s love for me, and mine for her, has glowed these past few weeks, it is so rich and real and strong.

– I am taking responsibility for my life, tackling issues that need to be tackled, working with Maria so both of us can have a life of peace, meaning and creativity. I did not believe it could happen, I know it will happen.

– I am going to a famous diabetes clinic tomorrow, I will learn more about my diabetes and the best and most efficient ways to deal with it.

– My broken heart is healing. It was not badly damaged. It was saved in time. I understand that it will take me up to a year to fully recover from this, and I will learn the gift of patience and inner strength.

– I have been given the gift of my therapy dog, Red, he has turned his magic on to me.

– I am taking photos with more feeling and writing with more feeling, I believe. That is the gift of a healing heart.