I live on the prairies of Alberta, one of the three provinces, in Canada, that comprise an area called the bread basket of the world.In the summer it is a land of fields of wheat, yellow canola, purple flax and stunning green. In the winter it also has beauty, although for a barren heart the fields are often indicative of the flat, unchanging, landscape of emotions.
For many years I was ruled by a heart like this. I had such a large blockage in my heart that not much got in, and certainly the Light of Love never had the chance to emerge. This was due to a combination of upbringing, life experiences, and trauma. My heart acted as a tightly screwed lid. This meant that I saw those fields as a place of loneliness and aching despair. I moved across the fields in an endless search for succour, never stopping long enough to grasp, or absorb that.
After many years I went to a place where they placed a bomb in my heart. This bomb was made up of people, concepts, and Love.
It blew the lid right off my heart. I have been presented with a heart that can now encompass the fields that I live in. Not only that, it can drink in the sky above.
The most extraordinary thing though is that it can now fathom the wide open spaces of your heart.