How do I heal from a broken heart?

How do I mend from all the longing that went unrequited?

How to hold myself now after that?

Well, by picking your feet up one at a time and walking into life, your life.

Do not bother with distractions - for life, your life, is just here. The life you have loved over and over like the velveteen rabbit - its fur all raggedy because in truth you have become real. Your feelings that used to swamp you with misery are now grown up and you can see the wheat and the chaff.

Pick up your harvest young man and make bread. Light your fires and make home again and again for others. For you are that tree standing in the breach - waiting for the other to come and while you do - enjoy yourself. Spritz the perfume and make a dance and joy of it. The sparrow sings and it is beautiful - all creatures are waking up, and so are you - do not waste your time on the pursuit of air and colour. What is substantial is already beneath your feet.

What is trust worthy is already inside you.

Start again there in the body of your dance - in the unfolding of the old in these new wineskins - and the celebration of you come home.