Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Tender Hearts

We were born with tender hearts – warm, sensitive, open, innocent, and vulnerable. Hearts that were sweet, curious, infinite, abundant, that had no rules and knew no bounds – filled with dreams, desires, hopes, and aspirations.

At some point in our life, our sweet tender heart experienced a sadness – an expectation unmet, a loss of something or someone, an understanding turned on its head, a belief contradicted, or a violence perpetrated. The natural response would have been to shut down and protect the heart in any way we could. The steps you took to heal that wound or prevent it from ever happening again may have blurred the boundaries of where your vulnerability ends and your love begins.
To maintain that protection, we continued to cover the wound with thicker layers of defense so we would never again experience the hurt, the pain, the sadness. But in that process, we stop ourselves from feeling, we shield ourselves from letting love in, and we deaden the possibility of falling in love yet again.
So here we are in this precious, sacred moment. And what shall we do with it? Live our lives in this constriction or open our hearts once more and risk the pain of heartbreak once more?

- David ji

Why do we meet the people we meet? Just because of circumstances? It’s more than that, some of those people changed our life forever...

We experience such deep intimacy and share dreams together, only to let them linger in our sky forever...

Love is the most precious gem we can hold one day. Nothing ever can be compared to it. Nothing. Sometimes we actually get to have it in our hearts. A word, an embrace, a smile, an adventure... but it fades. We get wrap up by stuff that doesn’t matter, we get distant because of our insecurities, fear, supposisions. To Love means a great deal of self-work, opening and forgiveness. To Love we need to be able to forgive and we need to act brave in order to let fly.

And the day came
when the risk it took
to remain tight inside the bud
was more painful
than the risk it took to blossom.

- Anais Nin

Probably we’ve learned that Love was conditional, that it hurts, that it is unstable, that messes too much with our feelings, and we’ve learned to keep it at a distance. The consequence is that we don’t recognize Love anymore when it’s in front of us. Sometimes we know it’s there, but it’s so scary to think that we are holding in our hands such precious treasure that we immediately reject that beautiful gem. We think we don’t deserve it... How can I be so lucky??? No, I’m going to have to pay big time for this happiness! uff, better not even dream of actually living this dream...

Have you lost a Love, a Friend or someone that is your Family?

Let them know they’ve changed your Life. Let them know you’re much richer for having had them in your Life. Do some internal work in your self. Try to understand why you pushed them away, or why they felt they had to step away, and then forgive yourself for the hurt that was felt in both. From there you can finally appreciate that no one ever leaves your Life for we are all connected beyond our consciousness. So feel the gratitude for the experiences shared and wish yourself and everyone you know, good winds and crops, for a Life of Love, Compassion and shared Joys. Let things get in and out, no regrets, just accept that we are all guests in each others lives. Be a good a guest in your own Home and in others. Sometimes we might stay a whole life, but never forget that you’re always a guest.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awareness comes

as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,

still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

- Rumi

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