When life comes at you bareknuckled and bloodthirsty.
And you find yourself lying naked and beaten in an unfamiliar land.
And you feel the world is watching you broken and vulnerable.
So you hide your anguish, too scared to cry because if you do you might never stop.
And everything you thought was true is now gone.
So without a roadmap, you get up. Frightened and fragile, you take your first tentative step into the unknown.
You go to doctors to heal your body, but the scars are permanent.
And you see other doctors to heal your broken heart, but those scars are permanent also.
After the shock and anger and self-pity and resentment;
When you are too exhausted to fight against the truth of your life,
And You wake up, perhaps for the first time.
Finally you cry oceans of tears. You cry for all you’ve lost, you cry for this good person who suffers. And then you cry for all who suffer.
And so it begins. It’s different from before. You find yourself not as strong physically, not even strong enough to hide your own vulnerability.
And then you notice.
The air itself smells sweeter and the sun is brighter.
Your love is less tentative and more generous.
And you begin loving more people and then all living things.
And loving it seems easier and more abundant than ever before.
And close your eyes and hold your life and you realize all of this love comes through the
scar tissue in your broken heart.