This writing journeys into the ache of exile so many of us carry. The sorrow of forgetting our belonging to ourselves, each other, and the living Earth. It speaks to the heart as our original rhythm keeper, not just a symbol of emotion but a powerful organ of perception that brings coherence to our bodies, clarity to our minds, and magnetism to our connections. When we remember the heart’s language, love returns as the guiding principle of life, fierce enough to hold grief and rage, tender enough to cradle joy and bliss. In reclaiming this way of being, we begin to listen again to the whispers of the Earth, the wisdom of the plants, and the subtle currents of life, discovering that true healing—personal and planetary—emerges when we let the heart lead.