Heart’s ache. In these modern times, in this seemingly never-ending season of Covid- our heart’s feel stretched to the point of breaking. It’s as if a black, villainous balloon is being blown up inside our chests. And with each pump of air the emotional cords that are holding our heart’s together get stretched tighter and tighter.
“Soon they must burst,” we think.
“I know my heart is going to break,” I say to myself.
All its going to take is one more horrendous news flash of the next version of Covid that’s coming our way, one more story of this group fighting that group, or a final a gut-wrenching personal news chronicle of utter and total despair- and “Boom” our heart is literally going to explode.
And we don’t know what will happen after that calamity. Will I be able to pull myself out of bed the next morning? Perhaps I’ll run screaming, naked through the street? Or will my mind just go completely blank: no thoughts, devoid of feelings, just late-night television static playing inside?
In these times our heart’s yearn for peace, tranquility, and love.
We long to find some measure of solace. So, we escape. We shut down. We binge on food, alcohol, ... Read More