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  • Writer's pictureDavid Horst

My broken/open heart



Most days I’m determined not to reveal my fear, sadness, and anger. Why would I want to? I’m not willing to reveal these dark emotions my ego works so hard to hide from myself and others. I’d rather make nice, put on a happy face, and shrug “it’s all good.”

I am made of emotions just as much as flesh and bones, nerves and muscles, tissues and organs, mind and soul. I’m merely another creature of Earth living a finite lifespan in the blip of human time.

I say this not to diminish my humanity or purpose, but to keep myself grounded in humility, pull aside the ego’s protective curtain, and permit myself to be emotionally laid bare. I say this simply to confess that I am heart broken.

The unceasing pandemic, our nation’s poisoned politics, the deep economic recession, and the embeddedness of white supremacy are breaking my heart into pieces, and I can no longer hide my fear, sadness, and anger. When I attend protest rallies and marches, I proclaim them: “I’m afraid, I’m unhappy, I’m mad!” My broken heart is on display for all to see. I’m unafraid to show my vulnerability.

And you? Are you willing to reveal your broken heart? To be vulnerable? To see through your ego happy-face?

Your and my broken-heartedness will always be with us. The world and our complex lives require it, and there’s every reason to return there from time to time.

Let us also imagine, however, that our broken hearts are open hearts. Let us believe that our heart’s brokenness makes space for our heart’s trust, joy, and surprise. As we continue rally and march, let us also proclaim “I’m joyful, I’m faithful, I’m ready!”

This is the sacred paradox of the broken/open heart: Fear opens to trust, sadness to joy, anger to surprise, and darkness to light.


Photo: Enders Island, Stonington, Conn.

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yak500
Aug 02, 2020

Me too. Heartbroken over issues you mentioned, and others, such as environmental collapse, and the 6th mass extinction. I confess to be in a state of despair. I'm glad I'm 70 years old in a few weeks, and so will be able to check out from this planet relatively soon, due to the whiplash of time, but I'm totally horrified for young people.

All I have left is to allow myself to be kind, to treat others as I would have them treat me.

The entire cosmos functions as creative/destruction, so that what we witness on our planet may be viewed as a very harsh example of that. If, or when our species disappears others will continue to evolve. Perhaps…

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