tape and superglue
I was disappointed to learn that I had broken my heart. I do so try to take good care of my things, and the one that I had was a one-of-a-kind model, so I can't just go out and buy a new one.
I tried tape and superglue and I even painted over the cracks, but it just doesn't hold the love the way it used too.
I could try using a plastic shopping bag to store it in in order to catch the leaks and drips, but I'm just not sure I want to deal with the messiness.
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Getting out of a taxi the other day
My heart fell out of my backpack and into a puddle
And so my chest was empty but it felt OK
I just fished out the pieces and walked away...
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Posted by: hetty | October 5, 2004 05:34 PM
Something I learn from my mother about trimming roses. You most cut them back to an ugly stump. It always looks like they will never survive. And then next spring they blossom more beautiful than ever…. I guess the street version is, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”.
Some how I can’t explain that I miss your presence. Maybe it’s sleeping in your room?
Posted by: jim | October 5, 2004 07:54 PM
broken hearts are a challenging thing aren't they. my sensei says sit through it, but my egocentric self just says 'screw it'!
Posted by: John | October 6, 2004 10:28 AM
Hetty, all I can say is wow, and thank you for sharing.
Jim, we should really just talk in person.
And John, I've been reading some more about Zen lately, and sitting through it sounds right on target. I think the form of sitting practice I do is probably a little more active when it comes to experiencing and working with the broken heart, or what sometimes referred to as the "genuine heart of sadness."
Posted by: the girl | October 6, 2004 10:47 AM
Chogyam Trungpa apparently said something about a broken heart being a gift.
Now I tell people, "In lieu of gifts, please send flowers."
I guess when they're broken we just need to give ourselves more space to hold all the pieces.
Posted by: Sparkle | October 6, 2004 12:10 PM
I've heard the same thing at Shambhala...and I heard lately about a person having a very hard time in her life, but the sense I got is that some of the pain was because her heart was closed to the bittersweet quality of everything. I said to another friend: "She would be better to have her heart broken open. Not simply broken, but broken open."
Not trying to invalidate your tender pain. Just trying to offer you some *space* in which to hold it.
Posted by: zenchick | October 6, 2004 02:16 PM
When the time is right (and not one moment sooner) you might decide that instead of your heart being broken, your heart has broken open.
Posted by: mahala | October 6, 2004 02:19 PM
Wow, I thought it was very interesting that Zennie and Mahala had something so similar to say at virtually the same time!
(It never ceases to amaze me how some entries inspire so many comments. I almost never can predict which ones will strike that kind of chord with people, either.)
Posted by: the girl | October 6, 2004 02:27 PM