A Buried Heart Still Loves

The magic of Christmas was found by cracking a rock open. No matter how it appeared on the surface, we were reminded of what has always lived beneath it—love.

It’s been 3-years since my sister’s death. Three years of silence that abandoned relationships and fragmented the family.

This Christmas, my nephew and I initiated a reunion. Four generations gathered together. The oldest 89-years and the youngest 9-years. It was as if no time had passed. Our love was preserved.

The 9-year old’s interest in rocks, and the momentous nature of this reunion, inspired me to gift him a geode I’d been carrying around for decades. The perfect moment to break it open to see what magical world would be buried inside it had arrived!

A crystal heart was revealed after we laboured over cracking through its hard surface. (Enjoy the attached video!)

Inside an un-cut geode, pressure and time had formed a quartz crystal heart. Inside my family, pressure and time had froze our hearts until now. When we cracked that rock open we also cracked ourselves open to love again.

Could the pressure and time of those 3-years of silence have safeguarded our love, just as it had the crystal heart?

Could pressure to love wholly, mangled by the spewing rage of grieving a death, ultimately be greater than the hard shell we guard our broken hearts with?

Could time soften the judgements and revise the assumptions that we held so tightly to survive?

Nature shows us that pressure and time create beauty. A beauty that carries an energy of light that purifies, inspires and heals. Precious and semi-precious gems are worn for their healing properties all over the world. All these gems are laboured over and dug out of dingy dark mines.

Are we not the same?

To value, the hard exterior shell we armor with, more than the inner light we heal with, keeps us grieving a love that is ever present. Be reminded that love lies deep within all of us, and Nature will beckon it forth. Pressure and time is on the side of creating and preserving light.

Be beauty. Stand in your light as a beckon. Create an environment that your light can survive and thrive in. And, be patient––stay the course––as Nature digs light out of darkness.

The best present this Christmas was the resurrection of love. The inner light of my family has found its way back to the surface again.

Happy Holidays.