Heartbreak happens to all of us and can wash over us like a heavy rain. When experiencing a broken heart, our ethereal selves are saturated with grief, and the overflow is channeled into the physical body. Loss becomes a physical emptiness, and longing is transmuted into a feeling that often cannot be put into words. Mending a broken heart can seem a task so monumental that we dare not attempt it for fear of damaging ourselves further. But heartbreak, like all emotions, falls under the spell of our conscious influence.
Often the pain that wounds us most deeply also leaves the most enduring mark upon us. The shock that becomes the tender, throbbing ache of the heart eventually leads us down the path of enlightenment, blessing our lives with a new depth and richness.
Acknowledging heartbreak's impermanence by no means dulls its sting for it is the sting itself that stimulates healing. The pain is letting us know that we need to pay attention to our emotional selves, to sit with our feelings and be in them fully before we can begin to heal. It is said that time heals all wounds. Time may dull the pain of a broken heart, but it is fully feeling your pain and acknowledging it that will truly help you heal. Dealing with your heartache in a healthy way rather than putting it off for tomorrow is the key to repair. Gentleness more than anything else is called for. Most important, open yourself to the possibility of loving, trusting, and believing again. When, someday soon, you emerge from the cushion of your grief, you will see that the universe did not cease to be as you nursed your broken heart. You emerge on the other side of the mending, stronger for all you have experienced.
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"Never argue with an idiot... They'll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience..."
As always, I needed to read this today. Last night I cried hard about old wounds - ones that became "tender, throbbing aches" and have led me down the path of enlightenment. As I had said before, I'm pregnant and facing many (good) changes. Last night we took a tour of the hospital, and we were so excited for everything to come. But when we were shown the waiting area, I was hit with a sudden sadness. I imagined Chris' mother there, and possibly his dad and other relatives. But there was no way I could imagine any of that for me. I have almost no family - my parents are dead, and so is my grandmother who helped raise me. I have a brother, but he is far away and although he's a wonderful person, he has many issues (I think he has asperger syndrome).
I've been pregnant six months now, and I haven't really felt sad about not having family around for all of this. But after the tour I told Chris what I had thought, and I cried. It wasn't a self-indulgent episode (I know the difference because I've done that), but just a recurrent sadness of losses. For once it was nice that I could go through this process in a place that is also very full of joy. I am sad that my parents and grandmother won't know my child, but I know that they would have been happy for me. And even though the thought of having this child without family on my side is daunting, I am also very used to living without family. And most importantly, I have this program and a wonderful partner. I know (and feel) that I am very fortunate.
Well, sorry for giving a mini-lead here, but this reading really made me feel at peace about my thoughts and feelings.
