GATES TO OUR HEARTS: GUIDANCE WITH RELATION TO SENSITIVITY

Hi pals! I would like you to be informed of a new series of discussions this blog would be subsequently treating.

It would feature the special senses: i.e the senses of vision, taste, hearing and smell in a creative way. Want to learn more about this series and how they relate to our hearts?

A little preview…

This series will treat the following gates to our hearts:

1. The mouth gate- Will deal with our tongue, taste buds (can you imagine?) and lips

2. The eye gate- “Open the eyes of my heart Lord”, are lyrics of a popular song. What’s the correlation between eye defects and the conditions of our hearts both physically and spiritually?

3. The ear gate- The outer, middle and inner aspects of the ear and their relative significances to the heart; and other interesting things will be featured here.

4. The nose gate- Hmmmn, even I am still wondering what the sense of smell has got to do with our hearts. But am sure something will come up. It has to be related somehow, don’t you think?

I can’t wait to begin this creative and beautiful series…and I hope you can’t too.

Expect some eye-opening, sensitivity-boosting moments, because they are sure to come!

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Thanks for reading!

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