The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling, they are given wings. Kabir
As Kabir states, love is not a subtle argument, a gentle walk in the park. True love is forged within us through great pain, sacrifice and the kind of suffering that has you fall to your knees, and then with bloodied knees, rise to your feet once more and say:
“Yes, I will live this life, I will keep my heart open, I will be willing, again and again, and yet again.”
About a month after my husband committed suicide, I screamed the words, “I will not close my heart“, banging my fists against a wall, which I now see was a metaphor – I refused to build a wall around myself because of that horrendous experience. Instead I decided in that moment that I would live and love through this pain. I knew deep inside that decision was to save my life.
And it has become my modus operandi – to live a life of love, not fear. In all areas of my life, bar none.