Excerpts from a blog I read today (author unlisted, strangely; I ‘ll have to track that down). This made me cry.
As George Saunders put it: “Anything is possible. Stay open, forever. So open, it hurts and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end. Amen.”
Or, as Chogyam Trungpa put it, in “Shambhala,” a book I read each morning:
“The genuine heart of sadness comes from feeling that your nonexistent heart is full. You would like to spill your heart’s blood, give your heart to others. For the warrior this experience of sad and tender heart is what gives birth to fearlessness. Conventionally, being fearless means you are not afraid or that if someone hits you, you will hit him back.
However, we are not talking about that street-fighter level of fearlessness.
Real fearlessness is the product of tenderness. It comes from letting the world tickle your heart, your raw and beautiful heart. You are willing to open up, without resistance or shyness, and face the world. You are willing to share your heart with others.”
Loneliness is okay. In fact, it’s the feeling of our beautiful raw vulnerable heart, finally open. Don’t close.
Because we can’t get rid of loneliness. We can only open it up to sunshine and healing fresh air.
Sometimes I don’t know where to put my feelings. In a box, tucked away on the top shelf of a remote closet? I can’t keep wearing them on my sleeve. The answer lies somewhere in between. I know that. The words above help.