The legacy of Pook/Mending a broken heart...

Hearbreak happens to all of us and can wash over us like a heavy rain.

The seemingly never- ending Winter felt like a physical embodiment of my weary sadness and tear tumbling loss.

When experiencing a broken heart, our soulful selves are saturated with grief and the overflow is channelled into the physical body. My heart was becoming heavy and the initial shock was becoming a tender throbbing ache; the loss transmuted into a physical emptiness of longing and a feeling that cannot be put into words.

It is said that time heals all wounds – and it may dull the pain of a broken heart, but it is fully acknowledging and feeling your pain that will truly help you to heal.

Dealing with your heartache in a healthy way rather than putting it off for tomorrow is the key to repair…so, today I embraced the sunshine, the fresh Spring air, put on my sparkly new trainers and took my heart for a gentle jog round the park (gentle being the operative word!).

I honoured my darling Bella in finding strength through health; I measured my distance in fond memories and renewed vigour rather than miles and minutes. Most of all, I felt the warmth, not only of the sun but most of all, the enduring light of love. I felt alive, humble and very grateful …

Often the pain that wounds us the most deeply also leaves the most enduring mark upon us. A heart that has been broken reveals within it a space to invite more light within.

There is no magic formula, no egg timer for loss, but when we emerge on the other side of the mending, we realise that the universe did not cease to be our friend and we are stronger for all we have experienced… Thank you...

No matter how long the Winter, Spring is sure to follow.