Keepers of the Broken Hearts

This evening as I prepared for the Doulas Meditation teleconference (love the paradox of being on the telephone to share silence) I found myself returning to the feeling of being seven months pregnant with my first child...a time when I had wished for such as a midwife or Doula though I didn't know there was either possibility out there.

In the meditative silence we formed a circle whose energy invited, honoured and contained the four directions Illumination in the East, Innocence in the South, Introspection in the West, Wisdom of the North and the centre Mystery. A five pointed star. The circle became hands to gather, contain, hold, acknowledge the "broken hearts" of all our relations.

As the broken hearts collected I knew that my heart has been held in just such a way when I had taken my heart out to set at the distance of denial when I could take no more. Though I was unaware in my time of need the Keepers of the Broken Hearts were there. They, and now we have been sanctuary since time began for within the heart of every woman is every heart she loves.

As we held and acknowledged our Keeper focus shifted to loving and loving and loving the Broken Hearts. As heart and heart was touched others left the sanctuary of our holding hands as increments of light to put themselves back together, as I once had. When the bell rang my heart opened to accept and hold the broken hearts of all Our relations as a newly awakened Keeper of the Broken Hearts.

I was specifically drawn to the heartsore women of the First Peoples and the sex trade workers of the North American continent.

As my heart expanded to contain a swell of gratitude I became. I am full.