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In 2024, my heart was crying and I had no idea why.

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 The pain was weird, irrational and more physical than I had ever experienced.

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"It's like ice breaking, Rosie," my acupuncturist told me, scanning my chest. 

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It took several months of continuous writing and talking to peel back the layers and discover who and what was sat in the middle of my heart. It had broken and that was because of a story never felt.

A narrative never processed. A place never visited. 

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And yet once sadness had properly said "HEY" so did joy, pleasure and gratitude. My emotional range reddened and strengthened, and with it, all the colours did too. 

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Poetry has always been the language of the heart, and it's only fair that we give it the chance to speak and expand. If not, we run the risk of pain bleeding into other areas of our lives. The body and mind will stain first, and from there, into all sorts of vulnerable places.  

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I decided to start Hey Heart Poetry because we all need spaces to open up. To breathe into our vulnerabilities and share our own heart languages - no matter what mother tongues we speak or what countries we're from.

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Hey Heart has one hand on Palma's international heart and the other one on its sister's, Barcelona. Magic happens when English, Spanish and Catalan come together. 

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For all the histories and wounds that exist between these languages, I can only hope that poetry can find a way to unite us. And if you're worried about not understanding in one of the three languages, then that'll be your head talking. 

 

It might be worth trying with your heart. 

 

Rosie x​​​​

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