My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.

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I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.

Why is it that I find it so difficult to accept the present moment, whole as an apple, without cutting and hacking at it to find a purpose, or setting it up on a shelf with other apples to measure its worth or trying to pickle it in brine to preserve it, and crying to find it turns all brown and is no longer simply the lovely apple I was given in the morning?

I recognize that pain has come to my body; I feel the existence of the pain; but I am not there. I am in the next room.

euo:

‘I am the light’ (my meditation mantra) in my journal entries.

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