Heartbreak

My heart was broken early and often.  The first time was the deepest and from then on no one has been allowed into that depth.  Still I have loved with abandon because you will only experience the heights if you experience the depths. You have to let go.   My heartbreak has been a blessing and a window to grace.  Have I learned to protect my heart? Absolutely, not.  

Live in the moment.  Live in the joy.  Dust yourself off and put one foot in front of the other. When I was growing up my mom would allow me to play music loud and we would dance. Shake the sadness right out.  Dance until your heart is racing and you break a sweat.

My mother and I continued to dance until she couldn't dance anymore. 

Do what I do.  Listen to songs with the f-word like Cee Lo Green really loud.  Then a dose of Elvis Presley or Costello.  A little Latin flavor from Santana and round it out with a fado if you need a good cry.   See the wonder around you.