Heartbreak is how we mature yet we use the word heartbreak as if it only occurs when things have gone wrong: an unrequited love, a shattered dream, a child lost before their time. Heartbreak has its own way of inhabiting time and its own beautiful and trying patience in coming and going. Heartbreak is the beautifully helpless side of love and affection and is just as much an essence and emblem of care as the spiritual athlete’s quick but abstract ability to let go. Heartbreak is an indication of our sincerity: in a love relationship, in a life’s work, in trying to learn a musical instrument, in the attempt to shape a better more generous self. Heartbreak begins the moment we are asked to let go but cannot, in other words, it colors and inhabits and magnifies each and every day heartbreak is not a visitation, but a path that human beings follow through even the most average life. Is unpreventable the natural outcome of caring for people and things over which we have no control, of holding in our affections those who inevitably move beyond our line of sight. The following article excerpt is taken from Whyte’s Facebook page. I have learned about David Whyte from the one who has privileged me with my thus far most destructive heartbreak. Not because he never leaves my side but rather that he does so with a soul-soothing caress: “take my kiss to sleep with you, this kiss of love divine”… Now, I leave the stage yet once again to my all-time favorite singing sensation, Dean Martin who succeeds in calming my slumber-craving nights like no other man has ever been capable of.
For even a miniscule amount of respect in ending “things” has the potential to become the only untainted memory within the individuals involved, regardless of the extent or length of their engagement with one another – something to take for the road we all have only one of. Whether that intimacy has been on an emotional, intellectual, mental, spiritual or physical level should not matter.
If there is no “love divine” or any form of “love” to begin with, for that matter, how then can there be a “kiss” of it at the event of a separation? What I am not in the least bit exaggerating is my conviction that there is an art of saying goodbye, when there has been intimacy between those who are parting.
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