the impulse to love ~mark nepo

If somebody were to cut me into a thousand pieces,
every piece of me would say that it loves…

The man who said this is a deeply spiritual person who is a native of South Africa. He like many others grew up under apartheid. He told me that he was taught by his ancestors not to stay bitter or vengeful, for hate eats up the heart, and with a damaged heart, life is not possible.

In a way, we are each confronted with the same dilemma that Chris faces: how to feel the pain of living without denying it and without letting that pain define us. Ultimately, no matter the burden we are given—apartheid, cancer, abuse, depression, addiction—once whittled to the bone, we are faced with a never-ending choice: to become the wound or to heal.

Terrible things are hard enough to experience the first time. Beyond their second and third and fourth experience as trauma, their impact can easily make us become terrible if we do not keep our want to love alive. Perhaps the most difficult challenge of being wounded is not turning our deepest loving nature over to the life and way of the wound.

This touching statement by this South African man affirms that the nature of the human spirit is irrepressible. Just as a vine or shrub—no matter how often it is cut back—will keep growing to the light, the human heart—no matter how often it is cut—can reassert its impulse to love.

~Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening

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One thought on “the impulse to love ~mark nepo

  1. Physical pain is the body’s attempt to alert the mind to an injury or a potential injury in progress. The more you try to ignore it or push it away or avoid its significance, the more persistent and entrenched and chronic that pain will become. I suspect emotional pain works much the same way. Allowing yourself to let go, to fully acknowledge, to really feel the pain and let it wash over and through and beyond you to its ultimate release reduces its power tremendously—it has done its job, accomplished its purpose, and no longer needs to cry for attention.

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