Words are really inadequate to express how grateful I am for all the loving, thoughtful, insightful comments so many of you made on my last post, but since words are all I got, here goes: I thank you sincerely from the bottom of my heart. Every single one of your comments touched me and moved me to tears. I read them over and over and even printed them out so I could take them out and read them on some future terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
One thing that struck me as I read them was how so many of you, in commenting on my post about risking my heart, had risked your own in commenting with such honesty and candor. I am grateful for that and for all the wisdom, love, and compassion shown me in your comments. And I was humbled by your kind and generous words about my writing. It’s funny—most times my first reaction when someone says something really nice about me is to think I don’t deserve that! But I’m trying to learn to accept compliments gracefully. After all, that’s a part of learning to open your heart, too, I think—to let the light pour in.
And I want to thank my children, too, for their comments and for being who they are. I have learned so much from them about having a bold spirit and a courageous heart. They both have such a strong sense of who they are and where they are going—I think I want to be like them when I grow up.
In my friend Judy’s comment, she mentioned my post on finding a heart in the grass. I thought those of you that read that post earlier might be happy to know that the heart’s still growing there in our big, imperfect, mongrel-grass yard. Here is the original picture:
And here is one I took yesterday:
As you can see, there’s a little breach in the heart now, but it’s still largely intact. The other day, when I saw the breach in the heart, I thought, “Aww, now it’s a broken heart.” But at least that heart’s still growing. And now, I think I’d say that little crack is not a break, but an opening. Because, as my friend Wesley said in her comment, quoting from the words of Leonard Cohen: There is a crack in everything / That’s how the light gets in.