This week, I have been reminded of how vital it is to see through - and identify with - the Whole Heart rather than lose your sense of Self to the fractured mind. I hope this finds you wherever you are.
Your Heart can never break. You might feel the torment of what your ego thought love was, or the emptiness of what the mind assumed would always be full. You can viscerally experience the phantom limb of what felt like an integral part of you…but love is what remains in its place. Still, very much in its totality, especially after something or someone has left the home of your body. The Heart - without what the mind says about love - remains whole, unsplit and ever-ready to love more.
Your Heart longs to name the world for itself. It wishes to lay beneath the heavens and give its own language to each distant and dying sun. It yearns to name, with deep guttural hue, what is only called ‘darkness’. It longs to find its own words for grief, loss, and intimacy through its proficient confluency. There is another way to experience this life by choosing what and who gets to name it. Your mind colonizes what’s fearful and unknown by labeling experience, essentially taming your Heart’s rich and ancient wisdom. Indigenous Australians have no word for Australia but call it ‘Country’ which unifies complex ideas about law, place, custom, language, spiritual belief, cultural practice, family and identity. Sami don’t call their homeland Scandinavia but Sápmi, ‘without borders, relatives, sisters and brothers, and community.’ Just as Turtle Island is the name for the North American continent in many Native American cultures. Naming your experience, using the native language of your Heart, will speak more truthfully of what you’re actually going through than accepting your mind’s interpretation of it.