When one heart breaks, all hearts break.
When one soul suffers, all souls suffer.
When one person leaves the earth, a little bit of every soul leaves with it.
We are connected via an invisible empathetic fiber called One.
I had a bittersweet day. I was writing a chapter in a book I’ve been working on about a soulmate. When I’m writing it, I’m living it. That can be both beautiful and heart-wrenching.
Without him, my soul felt bruised. All of the clichés applied. He felt it too. He said, “You’ve ruined it for me… being with anyone else.” I felt the same. Ruined or not, sometimes Life has other ideas, and soul bruises don’t heal like regular bruises. They’re not supposed to. They stick around to remind us how fucked, I mean, how lucky we got. We actually had “it”, and we still have “it”, and how unbelievably amazing “it” is when “it’s” Real.
Real doesn’t mean for as long as our bodies exist. It’s beyond time and space like We are. Real is right now, AND then, AND always without end Infinitely. How cool is that? And my god, that we actually go on to love again… and again, even with a bruised soul and an ever-so-slightly abridged version of our heart. That’s heroic. We are Love Heroes.
Today was a bruised and bittersweet day. How fucking amazing is that?
“To have a fulfilling relationship you have to relate…” ~ Deepak Chopra
It’s been true in my experience. All types of relationships. Ever tried forcing ‘RESOLATION’? (Resonate/relate. I just made that word up) It won’t work. It’s there or it isn’t. That may or may not shift and morph over time as all the Cosmic cogs do their/our thing. But, I don’t hang around waiting for that may or may not to happen. I let go of what doesn’t resolate and know it’s all perfect.
For example, have you ever tried resolating with a true Narcissist? It’s not happening. And this is coming from the mouth of an Idealist. I believe/know anything is possible — I see it.
You can’t authentically ‘relate’ with a Narcissist, because it’s all about ‘them’ in all ways all of the time. Where is the space to resolate there? There isn’t any. And trying to make it happen when you don’t or can’t is like paddling against the current up Shit Creek.
I have found it best to surrender to the will of the resolation gods and drop the paddle. Let the stream float me away… to that which is resolating with me for Real.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…
July 26, 2015