How Do You Mend A Broken Heart?

Blog 1073 – 08.03.2018

How Do You Mend A Broken Heart?

We live in a world of damaged people. There is at this time in my country, the U.S.A. and around the world, a great opioid addiction problem. Millions of people have traded their birthright for a little momentary relief from the pain. And even millions more try daily and nightly to drown their trouble or soothe the stress, the aches, and the pains of modern life in a bottle.

A proverb says that by the mouth of two or more witnesses shall every word shall be established. Following that pattern I would like to answer that question with the voices of four, my long departed dad, Louise Hay, who passed but one year ago, and the Indigo Girls, both still very much alive.

First, my dad, as a young man, dad loved to smoke and drink to ease his often tedious life and achy breaky heart. Later in life I think my dad found his resting, healing place in the woods or at the end of a fishing pole awaiting a calming thought like a hungry fish to nibble on his mind and line. As a boy I remember hearing my dad yell a lot at my brother and me, something about not being able to hear it thunder. We were noisy, rowdy boys. And the small rental houses we lived in, never had an extra room, a garage, or even a shed where a man could find a little peace and quiet. There was only the single restroom, that dad called the throne room where he reigned supreme and held lengthy court sessions where upon we, lessers subjects, my little brother and I, often filled empty soda bottles because court was so long in session and only the queen my mother could cause the king to abdicate the throne. When my brother and I were grown and on our own mom and dad were able to afford a home with extra rooms, even an extra bathroom, a large enclosed back porch and a one car separate garage that dad used as a shop. Dad found space for a quiet, resting, healing place in his life without resorting to the deep woods or his boat.

Long time self-help and encouraging writer and publisher Louise Hay, much as I have read her writings, had two basic messages. One that most of our problems are due to our lack of loving ourselves enough. And two that to find real answers to the questions of life we need only to go within. She was a very wise lady and not just that, a compassionate and caring one too, for she had found the secret to loving self – that deep within everyone of us is a loving and free spirited child but also the spirit of the perfect loving parent. We are Divine, and we are self contained, with more than enough love for ourselves and the whole Universe.

The third and fourth to testify to what we need to heal a broken spirit, broken mind, broken body, and even broken heart are two very talented ladies who call themselves The Indigo Girls. In the song Closer To Fine they sing:

“And I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains

I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains

There’s more than one answer to these questions

Pointing me in a crooked line

And the less I seek my source for some definitive

The closer I am to fine

The closer I am to fine”

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1QrJAhw1bVeK_j18JqeXTx9qCvu6C8YQa

Closer I Am To Fine

There is a quiet, resting, healing place for all of us. And whether you try to find it in a a pill, a bottle, a puff or tamer stuff like reading, listening to music, walking in the woods, or drowning worms, in is best found within, in your own heart of hearts where the holy Child, holy Spirit, and holy Parent have promised and will always meet you there. And with Forest Gump, I think that is a fine idea.

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

One thought on “How Do You Mend A Broken Heart?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s