Heartbreak is unpreventable; the natural outcome of caring for people and things over which we have no control, of holding in our affections those who inevitably move beyond our line of sight.
Heartbreak begins the moment we are asked to let go but cannot, in other words, it colors and inhabits and magnifies each and every day; heartbreak is not a visitation, but a path that human beings follow through even the most average life.
Heartbreak has its own way of inhabiting time and its own beautiful and trying patience in coming and going.
Heartbreak is how we mature; yet we use the word heartbreak as if it only occurs when things have gone wrong: an unrequited love, a shattered dream, a child lost before their time.
But heartbreak may be the very essence of being human, of being on the journey from here to there, and of coming to care deeply for what we find along the way.
If heartbreak is inevitable and inescapable, it might be asking us to look carefully for it and to make friends with it, to see it as our constant and instructive companion, and strangely perhaps, in the depth of its impact as well as in its hindsight, to see it as its own reward.
Heartbreak asks us not to look for an alternative path, because there is no alternative path. It is a deeper introduction to what we love and have loved, an inescapable and often beautiful question, something or someone who has been with us all along, asking us to be ready for the last letting go. ~David Whyte
who holds your heart? who have you said goodbye to?
inquiry for today~ 4 years. a rich remembrance. how will you befriend heartbreak? who have you lost?
Authenticity, and thus beauty, includes brokenness and darkness and death. In moments of darkness and uncertainty, we encounter the depths of our desire that life go on. And paradoxically, it opens us up to gratitude for this moment- our chance to breathe the air, feel our heart beating, look into the eyes of another being. In times like that, what’s trivial or tawdry gets stripped away. And the stark grandeur appears. A grandeur that reaches down into the hearts. It’s not surprising that in every spiritual tradition there is somewhere near the center of that practice, that recollection that ah, yes, death is at my side and death can give me back this moment. The awareness of death is full of astonishing freshness. Pristine clarity. It strips way the trivial. And it is a choice open to the rest of us. An awareness of death offers a profound richness. ~Joanna Macy