“Grief is not a condition to be diagnosed and treated. Feeling down and blue and a bit hopeless is not a disease that needs to be cured by consumption, whether that consumption is of material goods or new inner states. A broken heart is pure and complete on its own, filled with Integrity, intelligence, and life. It need not be mended nor transformed into something else. It is the vehicle by which the Poetry of your life will flow.”

Matt Licata – The Path is Everywhere

Sometimes I wonder if I want to help heal others partly because I desperately want to heal myself but don’t know how. I also wonder if my own “brokenness” (the parts in me that cry out for healing, for mending, for setting) is what makes me so good at healing others– or rather, so willing to heal others and take time to be with them through that journey to balance and integration.

I used to believe there was some better version of myself out there somewhere beyond my grief, my sadness, my anger, my loneliness, my hurt, my self-doubt — all these feelings that make my conditioned sense of inadequacy all the more pronounced. Lately I’ve started realizing that there is no “out there somewhere.” It’s all just part of me, and that’s ok. My broken heart makes me who I am, and it makes my healing work strong, thorough, personal.