Saw this heartfelt post online today, intended to soothe a friend who had sustained a loss. It struck me that no matter how much time has passed, we still sometimes have these heart-to-mind conversations with ourselves. Each part of our lives is framed by the cuts and losses that facilitate new growth. Sometimes the pruning is intentional, other times we get hacked to bits by shears in the hands of another. I appreciated these words.
The Art of Letting Go by Irene Park
Mind: Where’s our home?
Heart: I don’t know.
Mind: I thought we found it.
Heart: Me too.
Mind: What happened?
Heart: I don’t know.
Mind: I need to know.
Heart: I thought I was enough.
Mind: That’s not how it works.
Heart: Oh.
Mind: Haven’t you learned?
Heart: No.
Mind: It’s okay.
Heart: But when?
Mind: I follow you.
Heart: I’m trying to follow you.
Mind: We can be our own home.
Heart: For now?
Mind: Forever.
Heart: Okay.
