Happens to us all.
More than once.
We pour our love into a creation, a relationship, a dream, a beloved pet.
And then it is gone, broken, finished. A dark cavity lives in our chest.
We can choose to allow callouses to harden our heart. To cultivate cynicism.
Or, we can feel into the soft edges of heartbreak. How it enables compassion. Empathy. More love.
Now we can sit across from another human, eye to eye, and be with their suffering. Present. Not trying to fix. Simply being witness to.
This is the gift of heartbreak, if we choose to accept it.
Compassionate humans know heartbreak. Through their own heartbreak they have opened their hearts to hold witness to others suffering.
August 24th 2018
Photo Taken August 24th 2018