Heart Broken

"You didn't know my father," says Sue Perkins at the beginning of her programme about The Ganges, "but he's worth grieving for." 

He died earlier this year, and in tonight's episode I found her personal pilgrimage ....  to let herself feel her sadness...... in such a profound and dramatic and confusing place, very moving. She's also very funny. 

Today

I started my own pilgrimage

to let myself

feel 

my 

sadness

when a beautiful woman,

a healer,

a widow,

sat opposite me and 

said

But your heart is broken.

You are raw

all over again

or

for the first time

approaching

the 

first anniversary

of his 

death.

And 

in the centre of 

your brokenness

deep

in your smashed

heart

is the seed of 

its 

healing.

The

bud 

of 

love.

But first 

feel 

the 

slice

of the wound

severing

every

single

cell

of your body.

How it cuts

you

beyond

reasonable

doubt.

Enter that

gash

for gulps of 

time

and 

you will 

exit

cleansed.

There is a cross 

in the ground now.

There is a date 

circled in the calendar.

Evidence

he is gone.

And so I begin

at last

to

let

my 

heart

know

it is

broken.