the fine tuning of a suffering heart

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A broken heart is not the same as sadness. Sadness occurs when the heart is stone cold and lifeless. On the contrary, there is an unbelievable amount of vitality in a broken heart……Rabbi Scnhuer Zalman

distant shining passions fade in the heart of pain and disappointment…..the amazing soul-spirit shines on, no matter how dim, no matter how challenging….it is so heartening to fall into the arms of grace…..

Where your attitude is, so be you. Where your attitude is, so be your consciousness. No matter what has happened in life, you have the capacity to choose how you want to be. Allowing yourself to be guided by your core values unlocks a profound spiritual blessing- the blessing of living in the moment with grace, dignity, warmth, kindness, and compassion. Don’t fool yourself and think that Spirit is somewhere else, in other-worldly experiences, in great rushes or ecstatic visions. Life’s deepest experience is the joy that fills our hearts when we love and give to others……Yehudah Fine

curing vs. healing

When grapes turn

to wine, they long for our ability to change.

When stars wheel

around the North Pole,

they are longing for our growing consciousness.

…Rumi

6 thoughts on “the fine tuning of a suffering heart

  1. When I re-read words I have written through the years, especially those of the broken hearted, I find there is a great vitality in them, there is more shadow to them than sadness, there is a life extending from the stars, a wine mellowing in casks … May a cool morning fog grace your vineyards today …

    • this beautiful quality of ‘essence’ deepens to touch our truth……the chaliced wine of the heart’s beam of light…..like dappled vineyards…..raise a toast to the soul of our chipped edges g.f.s…..

    • yes, and isn’t it a fine blessing to know we don’t have to ‘figure it all out’ all of the time….wishing you a graceful flow to your day Eileen….

  2. More than once, I’ve revisited words of another time – wondering where the signs, the arrows pointing skyward. Did I see them then? Did I know them? Did they know me? And yet, I am here – as I was meant to be – at home with the stars I know (by first name). Words seem so little, and yet, there the maps we leave behind. Love you, my friend. May every road lead you round again to home. ~ Always, Bobbie

    • the ancient ties are so comforting……..like living the simple phrase ‘I miss you’…..saying it through the heart……holding the mysteries in everything, in every moment looking at the sky……may the stars shower you in dreams Bobbie…..

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