Heartfulness

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go”. -Jamie Anderson

I woke this morning with heartache. My first instinct was to do something to relieve it. Fix. Numb.

I woke this morning with self-recrimination. My first instinct was to do something to relieve it. Fix. Numb.

I woke this morning and did nothing about it. Sat silent and still. Paralysis ? Or wisdom?

I woke this morning trusting that I can feel this. Without fixing. Without numbing.

Perhaps this heartache is simply my heart breaking open. Making more space. To have and to hold.

Perhaps it is breaking free.

But, then again, perhaps it is telling me that something is broken. Something truly reparable? What is my heart saying, then?

I woke up this morning, my heart full.

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