“Shatter my heart so a new room can be created for a Limitless Love.” -Sufi Saying
OK, so my heart was shattered, no doubt about that. Now I am busy creating that new room, and it is going to be beautiful…
I’ve been re-reading “Women Who Run With the Wolves” by Clarissa Pinkola Estés. I first read the book many many years ago, but I was in a very different place in my life then. This time, the book was soul food for me…
Here are some passages that especially resonated with me this time:
“If one wishes to be fed for life, one must face and develop a relationship with the Life/Death/Life nature. When we have that, we are no longer bumbling along fishing for fantasies, but are made wise about the necessary deaths and startling births that create true relationship. When we face Skeleton Woman we learn that passion is not something to go “get” but rather something generated in cycles and given out. It is Skeleton Woman who demonstrates that a shared living together through all increase and decrease, through all endings and beginnings, is what creates an unparalleled love of devotion.”
“A part of every woman and every man resists knowing that in all love relationships Death must have her share. We pretend we can love without our illusions about love dying, pretend we can go on without our superficial expectations dying, pretend we can progress and that our favorite flushes and rushes will never die. But in love, psychically, everything becomes picked apart, everything. The ego does not want it to be so. Yet it is how it is meant to be….What dies? Illusion dies, expectations die, greed for having it all, for wanting to have all be beautiful only, all this dies. Because love always causes a descent into the Death nature, we can see why it takes abundant self-power and soulfulness to make that commitment…Without Lady Death, there can be no real knowledge of life, and without that knowing, there can be no fealty, no real love and devotion. Love costs. It costs bravery. It costs going the distance.”
“Trust is not dependent on your lover not hurting you. It is a trust that any wound that occurs can be healed, a trust that new life follows old. A trust that there is deeper meaning in all of these things, that seemingly petty events are not without meaning, that all things of one’s life – the ragged, the jagged, and the lilting and the soaring – all can be used as life’s energy…We have all made the mistake of thinking someone else can be our healer, our thriller, our filling… It takes a long time to find out it is not so, mostly because we put the wound outside ourselves instead of ministering to it within…There is probably nothing a woman wants more from a man than for him to dissolve his projections and face his own wound, becoming his own healer, no longer applying to the woman to be his analgesic…Love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased away and surfaces another time. To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many many endings, and many beginnings – all in the same relationship. To make love is to dance the dance.”
I am learning not to be afraid (or at least terrified, ha!) of the necessary deaths, to face the endings and beginnings with a curious and open heart. I hope my beloved husband can learn to do the same. I know he is trying, but he has not been able to fully let go of his fantasy “love” for the OW yet. I think he can’t stomach that he caused so much devastation over what was essentially a fantasy. So he hangs on to the idea that they could have made it together had he not chosen to stay with me. I HATE that he feels this way, but I begrudgingly accept it, at least for now. And I am prepared to go the distance if he is….
Little by little I learn to embrace life in all its glory…to be able to “zoom out” and see that everything that happens contributes threads to an amazingly beautiful tapestry of life and love.
I wish all of you peace and love!!