We are learning so very many lessons in this time about the medicine of the broken heart. When we practice, we align with our human nature, and our native innate capacity to be drawn open, toward wonder, to give thanks as we look toward the adventure horizon of our boundless sky, and to simultaneously evaluate our underbellies, so as to see and know all sides of the story, and host the possibility for change. When I am personally faced with loss, very often times the self-inquiry question of ” Who is it that I am bringing to this moment? ” will arise. Am I bringing a broken or conditioned iteration of self, or am I bringing a full and even vulnerable, deeply alive, & immensely touchable version of my here-now self? In times of great loss, in times of bliss, and in the neutral times in between, as practitioners of this great way, we want to endeavor into uncensored straight talk, with ourselves and with each other. Who are we when we break the mask, drop the facade, unstitch the artiface & airs, & presence here now, in a way that enable us speak beauty repeatedly.
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