A Broken Heart

broken heart

A few days ago I caught up with a dear friend. He began to express that it’s been one of the darkest moments in a long time for him. I heard what was said and the underlining of what wasn’t. My heart was fracturing as I listened to him. I have had moments like this. I have witnessed friends lose their jobs after 20 years. I have seen some others drink their problems away thus creating a blockage and denying all the emotions inside. I have seen others just disappear into their own shelter without a word. I have heard from others whose health have deteriorated asking for a purpose to it all. I have experienced the death of some others who just couldn’t handle the massive shifting of life because sometimes it’s all freaking shit. It’s hard. It’s unfair. It can suck us thin while removing our faith in humanity. And, as if all this wasn’t right on the surface of deep empathy, I was then asked that same afternoon by someone else, “Can a person die of a broken heart?” I immediately answered, “Absolutely! We can die from anything we manifest through thought and emotion whether it is in abundance or the lack of it.”

For most of my life the answer to that question was an absolute “no!” I did not believe you could die from a broken heart. Grieving passes. We get through things. At least…we should. However, things have changed. I have changed and experienced the shattering of my heart several times. We all have. Our stories consist of fractures, brokenness, fragments and so much more. It’s part of being human. One important criteria for living is feeling. The more you feel, the more exposed you are to disappointments, anger, hatred, heartbreaks, dishonesty, etc. But, on the same token we are also exposed to joy, beauty, love, and the rainbows of a thousand delicious emotions. The darkest of hours and moments in our lives push us to either lock up or open up wider. It’s a choice…but we must endure it. Life is not really meant to be a struggle but we sure do a great amount of persistence to make it be impossible. There are always lessons in these experiences. Without sounding over dramatic, I do believe we can die of a broken heart that manifests into a heart attack. We can create illnesses, weaknesses and every imaginable bad thing that can be attracted by intention.

My father had several open heart surgeries. He was a man who loved deeply. He was a Casanova, that one guy that lit a room with his charisma and good looks. He was charming, funny, friendly and extremely loving. He was a womanizer and had a PhD from the Houdini University of Disappearing Into Thin Air. He knew when to take it all in but not know when to let go. My father’s heart was wide open. He wore it on his sleeve, apparently with everyone. And so, he died with heart problems, prostate cancer, and a solitary journey to his death that was long and painful. His mind left him years before he was gone. My father died of not only a broken heart but resentments, anger, and disappointments that he couldn’t express. He lived in his own hell. Each one of us has an incredible novel and his was definitely not boring. He punished himself till the very end for all that he thought he created to hurt others.

We are all going to die. It’s a given. The moment you are born that’s the point of destination. What we do with the in-between is called life. Allow for the darkest parts to guide you into the light. Let creativity step in. A friend sent me a sweet message in an email, “Create! Save God from Boredom!” If you allow your heart to stay open and you accept your presence as a conduit from Divinity you will not die of a broken heart. You will fly and your Spirit will thank you for being authentic to your purpose. Create doesn’t mean to make a painting.  It means create all that you want with intention.  Do not let your heart close up. Do not let it die before your time. Do not let the past dictate your future. You don’t live there anymore. If you are sad, sit with it.  If you are happy invite that to stay for longer.  We grieve, we love, we give, and we die. Amidst the gasps of it all lies the purpose and the legacy of who you are.

Surrender to the unknown!

Make it magical!

I love you!

Colors of Us

Love is a privilege given to all

to take

or not.

Your call this morning

yanked me out of sweet sleep.

Your first words,

“I love you.  I miss you”

woke me like a bucket of cold water

splattered

against my warm body…

I stopped you,

halting all of your jabbing

slurring into the morning light.

You needed to be heard

and when you finished

the mumble jumble of puzzled words

I hung up to wash you off my spirit.

I stood in a hot steaming shower,

placed my face against the cold tile

as the water scolded me

and I stared at the smoke rising

realizing the difference between us:

I think in colors, pretty shapes, and music.

You think in darkness, straight lines and equations.

I need you to release the colors I placed

in your heart a while ago.

Let me have my love back.

I can’t breathe without that return.

My colors obviously cannot light

the gloom you continue to carry,

but I will always love you

more than the privilege deserves.

Brokenness

Sometimes a broken heart

brings courage,

a destitution that allows growth,

and the ego-less truth of self.

Sometimes a broken heart

brings a hiatus

to show how real compassion

dances intimately

with selflessness.

Sometimes a broken heart

is a disposition,

a clarity of temperament,

and the response of spirit.

Sometimes a broken heart

is just a break

that needs the fracture to

force the heart to expand,

to reach inner wisdom,

without the distraction

of someone else’s needs.

And,

sometimes a broken heart

brings you to your knees,

closer to the Divine,

praying for forgiveness

while negotiating

for another chance

at seeing the world

through the eyes of love.

Center of the Cosmic Universe

cosmic universe

Every once in a while in the middle of an ordinary day there is an arrival of an extraordinary gift.  Visiting with a friend’s father at the VA Hospital today allowed me to witness humility and the reasons we are on the brink of a true spiritual evolution.  This sweet man, 78 years young, says that Gerton is the Center of the Cosmic Universe.  He lives down the street from us in our little town of Gerton, NC.  Yesterday when he shared the phrase I was intrigued to return and ask why he thought that.  In the middle of getting blood work done, an IV being installed and other tests and interruptions I courageously asked the question: “Why do you think our place is the cosmic center of the universe? You had me wondering about this since yesterday.”

In his quick wit and cynicism he answered, “Well now, sweetheart, me and some buddies were drinking and playing out back and, drunk as a skunk, I said… ‘well, I be darn, this must be the cosmic center of the universe.’ I didn’t have any real spiritual awakening or none of that.  I was just plain drunk!  I wouldn’t read too much into anything I say…!”  He began to eat his lunch.  I sat back on the chair and stared into his gray-blue eyes and saw the deception and avoidance of truth. The man is pure wisdom and extremely intuitive.  I know my peeps!  I know the ones who hide behind the sarcasm to protect their gifts.  I have that gesture and avoidance down pat.  It’s been a work in progress of releasing the fears of judgment from those who fear life themselves.

“Darling, you have an amazing story to go along with this coined phrase of yours.  If not here, then when you get home, you and I will sit and further investigate this profound awareness of the cosmos.”  He smiled, a twinkle in his eyes, and said it was a date.  I could almost see his heart skip a beat with joy.

We are connected in ways that open through a simple word or phrase. Words are powerful. Knowledge is what moves us to expand our conscious awareness.  I have had many nights of profound awareness sitting on my deck and staring up at the heavens.  I have witnessed mysticism and secrets while staring at the fresh mountain sky. I have experienced the universe move me inside and outside of this realm. There is no obstruction of lights or smog where we live. There is a purity that I haven’t found in many places.  Gerton is indeed a place of tranquility, healing and enchantment. My sweet friend has been living here forever.  He has seen and felt those things we dare not share with others for fear of judgment and criticism.  There is a knowing that reflects from his soul.  My heart opens up widely in his presence.  He’s had a few difficult experiences in his life.  Another soul would have checked out but not this man.  He kicks some butt.  A true veteran at that!

I hugged him, kissing his soft cheek and told him that he needed to get better so we can converse about those things that pertain to “the other side.” In a moment of curiosity before I headed out I asked when he got an electronic heart valve.  He shared that it was 6 years ago.  I asked if it was right after his wife died.  He said it was the spring right after.  “Your heart literally broke, huh?  All your sorrow slipped out of from there.  You couldn’t hold it in anymore.  Something in you is still a bit fractured.”  He smiled with sensibility and said, “You got it.  It DID break!  It is still broken.”  As the nurses continued to come in and out I decided it was my cue to leave until we meet again.

Our stories become the core center of our cosmic universe.  We hold it all in until we can no longer allow for it physically.  His stomach ulcers and other minor issues remind him of a life lived with sorrow and resentments.  I get that part.  But, holding his hand before I left I realized that today he became the cosmic center of my universe through the gift of vulnerability and love.  And, for this, I will be forever grateful on my birthday week.

Fractures and Fragments

Sometimes a broken heart

brings courage,

a destitution that allows growth,

and the ego-less truth of self.

Sometimes a broken heart

brings a hiatus

to show how real compassion

dances intimately

with selflessness.

Sometimes a broken heart

is a disposition,

a clarity of temperament,

and the response of spirit.

Sometimes a broken heart

is just a break

that needs the fracture to

force the heart to expand,

to reach inner wisdom,

without the distraction

of someone else’s needs.

And,

sometimes a broken heart

brings you to your knees,

closer to the Divine,

praying for forgiveness

while negotiating

for another chance

at seeing the world

through the eyes of love.