My Heart Wanders by Pia Jane Bijerk A celebration of taking risks, letting go and making a home wherever you are. Four years ago something very peculiar happened. My heart wandered. It simply packed its suitcase and wandered away. I wrote it a letter in heart language but it never responded. So what does one do when one’s heart wanders? Follow. For being without a heart is to be no longer alive. As I went searching for my heart, I learnt that it intuitively knows what to do and where to go, and learnt that it wandered for a very special reason. And so, as I travelled in search of my heart, I caught a glimpse of it everywhere – little signs of it in the streets, in the landscape, in my work, and in the homes that I visited. And then, I saw my heart amongst you.