The Solace Project #35
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Dear Friends,<br/><br/>Oh yes, while the pandemic gave me and so many others hours at home to research and write, doesn’t it feel that getting out into the world makes time evaporate? I’m not complaining, not my style—just yesterday I was talking to a neighbor here in New York about the exquisite beauty of the ice coated trees and shrubs glistening under blue skies and he said, why so optimistic all of the time, all I see is the likelihood that I will slip and fall and that will be that.  <br/><br/>I’m glass half full for sure, but the empty half is what keeps me seeking and studying solace.  And I’m supercharged when my own peace of mind is challenged.  On that note, this week, I’d like to share with you a recent adventure in what I’ll call matters of the heart.<br/><br/>I love when my mind conjures an image or thoughts from way back, where is all of that stored so that it pops up right when I need it?  Dr. John Collins Warren (1778-1856), painted by Gilbert Stuart in Boston in 1809, just after Warren was appointed professor of anatomy and surgery at Harvard Medical School. More on him in a minute, but me first. I conjured him to help me with matters of the heart, on which he was an early explorer.  I mean the actual heart, the aorta that keeps us moving, breathing, thinking, and feeling. By now, we are all sick and tired of me writing about my broken arm, and yet it has provided endless fodder for thought.  The heart part goes like this: after I tripped on that curb at a rest stop in Pennsylvania back on October 3 and drove myself the two hours home, I was so flushed with adrenaline and random endorphins as a reaction to physical trauma, that I fainted when I relaxed. Walked in the door, sat down, amazed that I had made it, and then stood up and fell down. Now I know that’s called <a href="https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/orthostatic-hypotension/symptoms-causes/syc-20352548">orthostatic hypertension</a>, basically l
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