“Let your heart break daily. In conversation. Over song lyrics. During the pause right before
“Let your heart break daily. In conversation. Over song lyrics. During the pause right before the sun rises. While you’re sipping coffee and looking into the eyes of someone talking about something they love. For it’s when we break a little that we come alive. It’s in this space of feeling, we get to expand. And it’s here, In our vulnerability and openness, we step into our greatest selves.” - @iamhertribe . Honest to God, I think one of the most powerful things we do as humans is break. One of my favorite lines comes from one of my favorite songs, in which Jeff Buckley reminds us “Love is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.” I love that … Usually when we’re using that word – hallelujah, it’s because something wonderful has happened; IE: your coffee is ready – hallelujah. Or perhaps, one day, the baby slept through the night – HalleFREAKINGlujah. But that is not the kind of hallelujah this song is about. It’s a broken one. Beaten to a pulp. It comes wet, with tears. Not so much shouted in triumph, as it is whispered, softly, fervently, in the still of the night, through a cheek pressed against the pillowcase. Or maybe that’s just me … As I read these words above, I couldn’t help but think how true they were – how when we break, we can’t help but expand. The love, the broken love within us, grows, gets wider, deeper, extends further than we ever thought possible. It wrecks us and ruins us, then it opens us up to the beauty of the glorious mundane. I now know that only a newborn can help one FULLY appreciate the exquisite manifestation that is liquid caffeine. Sometimes, usually in the morning just after I’ve put Hazel down for her first nap, I’ll stand there in the kitchen, cup in palms, looking out into my garden. The sun is peeking over the fence, lighting up the drops of dew that cling to my pomegranate tree. Everything is still, almost like the world is holding its breath. I stand there, wrecked and ruined, utterly exhausted, but STANDING. Standing on the grave of my broken hallelujahs. -- source link