How to Heal a Broken Heart

Anything is Possible!

How to heal from a broken heart

This is exactly what I learned to do after my divorce. It took time. There was all that grief to work through, a codependent relapse or two, and a great deal of questioning.

But in time, I found me again. I put my love into the constants that had always been there for me: God, dogs, nature, painting, writing, singing, swimming, and family. I explored new interests like drumming, improvisational dance, and kayaking. I bought myself flowers and encouraging cards. Slowly but surely, I healed. In some ways, the healing was like coming home. In other ways, it was like a mid-life adolescence but with a little more wisdom and growing self-love.

What are the constants in your life that can support you through hard times?

What else can help heal a broken heart?

back cover painting (2) My back cover painting for Trust the Timing

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Often times when we are wronged . . .

We don’t need to let hurtful people get close to us. Some people need boundaries.



Often times when we are wronged, we naively believe that
in order to be aligned with Divine forgiveness,
we are supposed to allow this person the same access
to our lives that they once had…….

By all means be selfless to those who will appreciate it.
But to continuously allow yourself to be used and suffer
through others’ actions, you’re doing no one any justice.

Take care of you first so that you can take care of your purpose
and be all that you were meant to.

Text & image source: Spiritual Awakenings ॐ

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You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen.

I love her wild, natural hair and her confidence. Sometimes it’s nice to just be your real self, with no make up, letting your hair do what it wants, honoring your soul.



“You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen.
But if you are beautiful at sixty,
it will be your soul’s own doing.”

~ Marie Stopes

~ Image by Summer Wuerthner
Text & image source: Lace, Fringes And All Things Ornate

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Curve Balls, Lessons, and Blessings


Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Asking “Why did this happen to me, when I  tried so hard to be good?” didn’t really help. I didn’t want to look at my part in the divorce because it just hurt too much. But eventually, I was able to look at it objectively.

I had felt overwhelmed trying to please everybody, so I focused on my job and made sure the kids were taken care of. My husband felt neglected and left our twenty year marriage. After a long time, I stopped beating myself up. I learned to love myself again and began the long process of forgiveness.

It took years, but the love and forgiveness is what made things better. The lessons I learned along the way have enriched my life and brought blessings I would never have imagined.

How has time given you a different perspective on the curve balls you’ve been thrown?

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Honoring the Gift of Art



Let Healing Flow, by JoAnne Silvia

Wondering what to do with this blog, since I have another one that takes priority, I was thinking of dropping this one. But then the idea came to me to use this as a place to honor my visual art.

The painting above reminds me of a difficult time of my life and the gift of art as therapy. Things are so much better now. Healing flows when I return to the gifts of art, animals, and nature, my first loves.

I’m not sure what will develop here, but maybe I don’t need to worry about it. Maybe I can just let it happen. That would be different. And wonderful!

What are your healing gifts?

Be gentle and kind with your body.

Purple Rays is a beautiful blog.



Be gentle and kind with your body.
It loves you more than anyone or anything in this world.
It fixes every cut, every wound, every broken bone, fights off so many illnesses, sometimes without you even knowing about it.
Even when you punish it, it is still there for you, keeping you alive, keeping you breathing.
Your body blossoms when loved.
So be kind to it.
It’s doing the very best it can just for you..

Text & image source: Welcome Home

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Finding My Wings

The Spiritual Passenger,

right on time,

read my mind

Before knowing me:

“Say for instance, you fear trying to use your artistic gifts to pursue a career.”

That’s the one.

And with that, the fear within the questions:

Can I depend on the offer to support me living that dream?

Is it possible that I can depend on someone other than myself?

Am I worth that much,

that someone would give me such a gift?

The answers came, to nourish wings

longing for flight.

I have taken the leap.

I’m flying!

bird in blue sky


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