I wake in darkness; it is morning before the sun.  The cats are sure of it, they encourage my rising if only to use my magical opposable thumbs to relieve their hunger. The sky is thunder black and blue, outlines of clouds ease by.  The moon peeks through and whispers, “The day will be upon you before you realize.  I have been dancing all night for you and you have barely noticed.  The Sun is right behind me, ever chasing me, ever true to her purpose.  You will miss the entrance if you are not there sitting on the beach facing the eastern sky, but no matter because the Sun does not long for an audience, she will come. No matter.”

And so, it is, the Earth, the Moon, the Stars, and the Sun all continue in their heavenly patterns despite my human heart.  Despite my longings, my brokenness.  They know I will heal and grow, they have seen it before, eons of human pain transformed into something more, healed hearts, newly shaped from life.  Our hearts need to break open, to shatter, to grieve, to release, to heal.  Our hearts become something more every time this happens. We become more compassionate, more loving, until the next time we endure the coming of change and loss.

The mind can process much faster than the heart, the heart needs time, needs nurturing, needs understanding that this is the nature of Love.  Big Love breaks you open, and you become more, as painful as it appears, it is a gift to feel so deeply, to long, to wish, to hope again.