keeping our hearts open

Variations on these words, "keeping our hearts open will heal us," have tapping on me this week. I can't stop thinking about how our hearts crack and mend, and how the mending comes when we let ourselves really live.

I've been thinking about this idea so much that I felt moved to make a little video and tell you a story about a poem I wrote about this idea and to share more about why I believe this is true.

The poem is from my poetry collection Five Days in April, which you can find in my shop.

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Comments

[Barbara]

Thank you Liz. That was really lovely. I am still here in 'my corner of the world' even though I have been silent for some time. I never miss a posting of yours and I appreciate all you do. Blessings to you and your family
Barbara

[pam cole]

thank you xo

[Sherry]

Really beautiful... Thank you.

[Jane Hinchliffe]

Hi Liz, powerful and moving words that will make sense for so many people I think (including me). Thank you for the light in your heart that you share so generously with us all.

[Aubrey R]

Thank you for this. I love your videos. I was intrigued that you had loss around April; it's such a tough month for me. I lost my Gpa and my mother-in-law (much too young and we were very close) in April, and was also very affected by Columbine when it happened (in April). I just watched this today, and am sitting with the pain of my grandma having suddenly slid into...we don't know, but a complete loss of mental function. I'm faced with how to feel these feelings of grief and live my life and make choices around her care and pick up the kids from school and do errands, and wow--I can't dam life, can I? Thank you for your thoughts and tenderness.

[Pamela]

That was very beautiful and I felt the truth of it in my heart. I've had a lot of loss in my life, and you helped me to realize how much protecting I do because of it. Thank you for your presence and perspective. . . blessings on your day, dear Liz.