A Journey of the Heart

Your task will be to let your heart grow large enough not to break.

Merin smiled. "I fought in battle and your mother bore two children. Of the two of us, I think she was the courageous one.

Losing her was the worst of it, but loving her hurt almost as much sometimes.

All I can tell you is this. Some hearts break from grief and some from joy. Some even break from love. But hearts break because they are too small to contain the gifts life gives us. Your task will be to let your heart grow large enough not to break.” Namet

We trust death to spare us the infirmities of age or the pain of an illness or an injury that is past healing. We trust death to comfort us with forgetfulness of life's sorrows. We trusted that death was a passageway fro life to life.

I only wanted her to hold still for a little while, and not to mind that I loved her.

I knew what she was doing. Each touch was a question. She was asking me what I would give and what I would withhold, what I would reveal, what I would hide. I had told her that I loved her. Perhaps she was unsure of what I meant, and now she was asking me the questions she couldn’t frame in words. How much of myself would I give her? How much was hers?

I wondered how it was possible to be so happy and so miserable all at once.

Why is it that wisdom comes to us too late to do us any good?

Again and again I asked for permission. May I? Here? And here? Is this too much? Too little? Can you hear me? This is my heart.