Where I live, tonight we will turn the clocks back an hour and open our hearts to whatever the darkness has to offer. It wasn't until after my wife died that I came to love this time of year. I love what Koshin Ellison said about what to do: Let our hearts break. We break open, and that's life and that's love. Thank you for this beautiful piece
That is the third time I have read that Rumi quote today! And typically when something shows up repetitively in my life like that, it's a cue to pay attention. I am listening.
In Rumi's field...I will meet you...and we will let our hearts break...
Thank you Danusha, as always your heart is in your words and they matter, they matter so much, especially in these times of horror, revenge, and loss of hope.
I think it’s Parker Palmer that writes about how only when our hearts are broken are we then able to receive certain gifts. A broken heart is not to be feared but tended. Beautiful post as always.
Thank you, Danusha. I have a poem titled What Cracks Open. The impetus or inspiration for it came from an experience that broke my heart. I know my heartbreak was a gift.
I try to think of allowing my heart to break, over and over again, as a way to expand it. I feel more deeply when I allow my heart to feel the extent of the pain.
Where I live, tonight we will turn the clocks back an hour and open our hearts to whatever the darkness has to offer. It wasn't until after my wife died that I came to love this time of year. I love what Koshin Ellison said about what to do: Let our hearts break. We break open, and that's life and that's love. Thank you for this beautiful piece
Your words about the current inner and outer season ring true. Thank you.
That is the third time I have read that Rumi quote today! And typically when something shows up repetitively in my life like that, it's a cue to pay attention. I am listening.
In Rumi's field...I will meet you...and we will let our hearts break...
Thank you Danusha, as always your heart is in your words and they matter, they matter so much, especially in these times of horror, revenge, and loss of hope.
Always love what you have to say and how you say it.
Thank you.
I think it’s Parker Palmer that writes about how only when our hearts are broken are we then able to receive certain gifts. A broken heart is not to be feared but tended. Beautiful post as always.
Thank you, Danusha. I have a poem titled What Cracks Open. The impetus or inspiration for it came from an experience that broke my heart. I know my heartbreak was a gift.
such beautiful reminders and permission ❤️
well spoken! thank you,
Such a nourishing post Danusha!
I try to think of allowing my heart to break, over and over again, as a way to expand it. I feel more deeply when I allow my heart to feel the extent of the pain.