Getting Right With My Heart
After my dad died, I made some promises to myself.
I’m excellent at keeping the promises I make with others but don’t have the best track record with keeping promises to myself.
So, it's no surprise that “keeping the promises I make with myself” moved to the top of my promise list.
The second promise I made was to get into right relationship with my heart and begin treating my heart with the same reverence and care that I give to others.
Revolutionary.
And, in truth, it’s a curious time to explore it, what with grief being seventeen thousand kinds of messy.
It’s hard to know which way’s up and which way’s down. And it’s hard to know if I can trust my emotions. Hard to know if I can trust my heart.
But that... right there - that’s the lie I’ve been telling myself:
That I can’t trust my heart.
It’s my HEART that should be mistrustful of ME.
I’ve ignored and shelved and bartered and negotiated and bypassed and done everything BUT listen to my heart in more ways than I care to admit over the past couple of years.
So, to get us back on the same page - what this has meant (so far in any case), is that I need to listen to my heart when it summons the courage to ask me for something. And offer it what it desires freely and enthusiastically and reverentially. Nomaddawhat.
Also revolutionary.
It’s Valentine’s Day and my heart asked me to write this to you. So I did.
Take some time and space to love into your own heart today, will you?
Listen to it. And honour it above all else.
You’ve only got this one.
Treat it like the source of all things sacred that it is.
Because it is.
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