There is a certain sweetness to the breaking open of my dear, tender heart. It brings a tiny smile to my lips, despite the waves of overwhelming emotion that leave my physical self a crumpled heap on the floor. That sensation of such deep pain — the feeling of my heart being torn, ripped open, scattered and aching, aching, aching…
But then, then that faint sweetness emerges. It begins to rise, to flourish, in the knowing that the cracks and fissures are how I change my story. In the dark and deep places where the growth and evolution create new space, new light, that sweetness grows. I come back together with the old and new intermingling, shifting, and creating a new path, a new journey, a new story. I bow in gratitude.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends Tears to Triumph: The Spiritual Journey from Suffering to Enlightenment.
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