You know what I’m sorry about when I read these things? I’m sorry about the fact they were carrying so much hate in their hearts for so many people before they transitioned.
To die with that much hate in one’s heart … where do you think their consciousness goes when they join the land of spirit?
Remember what the Tin Man said in the “Wizard of Oz” after he finally got a heart….
“Now I know I’ve got a heart because it’s breaking.”
If someone you love died, your heart is probably broken. So how do you live with a broken heart?
The answer isn’t how you fix it or move beyond it. The skill is learning to live with your grief as an ongoing way of being in the world. It’s the way you honor that which you love.
What I’m proposing is that, with enough healing, living with heartbreak can become natural, and very normal.
From my personal and professional experience, I can tell you that as you embark on your healing journey, you’ll start crying a whole lot more. Not just to clear pain, but for the simplest of everyday reasons, and out of nowhere. You’ll cry when you see a bird, a can of paint, an apple, or even the shape of a cloud.
Random things will make you cry.
The heart is designed to grieve, it wants to grieve…..it has to grieve!
Especially when it’s broken.
This is the price you pay for love. The loss of the life you thought you had, the life you once knew and held so dear. Loss of a dream you believed was true.
But you can also find and feel grief in opening your heart.
Opening it to love and to new possibilities. Opening it to what the future holds.
Isn’t that what life is all about? Endings and beginnings, closings and openings? The heart was designed to navigate you through this forever winding adventure called life. But you have to be willing to feel…..and to live with a broken heart.
Here’s the thing…..you can learn to live with your broken heart by befriending your grief.
You can discover the love that still exists around you…..and share that love with others who are also living with a broken heart.
Life is a river of energy, mostly in motion, sometimes stagnant, needing a “shock” of sorts to start the flow again.
The Universe never fails us, giving us plenty of opportunity to reroute, reformat and come into a shift of perception.
I don’t believe the things I believed as a youth, or my early adult life, or even 5 years ago.
The Mental Body, the Physical Body and the Energetic Body is either empowered, or drained, by others and self. Only becoming intimately aware of the body’s energetic and emotional movement can a person even begin to manifest change purposefully, intentionally.
I flow the best I am able at any given moment.
Grateful for life.
Thoughts are electric and feelings are magnetic.
When you think a thought which is positive or negative, the emotion you feel about the thought begins to wrap itself around the thought, the more you think it, the stronger it becomes and neural pathways are formed, a rut in one of the roads of mind. This is pleasant when the thought and feeling are good, and very unpleasant when they are not.
If the feelings are negative, the thoughts becoming repetitious and the rut in that road of thought gets deeper, the more challenging it becomes to rewire the neural pathways.
“I’m comfortable with wearing my heart on my sleeve. It isn’t a fragile thing to be locked away. Transparent as it may be, it isn’t made of glass that could crack and shatter beyond repair. On the contrary, my heart has been tested and proven to be the strongest part of me I know.”
When I was 2.5 years old my mother got busted with a suitor in the cafe she worked at. Dad pistol whipped him, putting him in the hospital. Told him he best leave town if he wanted to live. He did. My father left us. I remember laying on the floor of some cold brick building with my mother for sleep. This song was playing, and she was sobbing. I cried as she clutched me close to her chest.