I loved someone once that I shouldn't have, that I couldn't have. It was quiet in reality, but it was an explosion in my heart and mind. He was talented and married, wore work boots and colors that worked well together.
Last February I found myself at Shivratri, in Taos, holding rose petals in the palm of my left hand. In this part of the ritual you were asked to think of someone who had betrayed you, and give thanks. A heart that is broken may also become open, and blossom into a compassionate one. A strange notion, I thought, but one I fully understood.
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