From a young age we’re taught to think, to reason, to figure things out. We’re told to use our brains, to stick with problems, to solve things with an open mind. But we’re never taught to put the mind at the service of the heart.
We’re never told that the heart has a mind too. That the heart holds knowledge, intuition—that the heart stores experiences throughout the body as a map to how we’re living. If we listen, if we’re able to feel, the heart beats with memory, with wisdom, whereas the mind knows no difference between the fictions that we tell ourselves.
But the heart hardens. The heart cements itself shut when we turn our inner world away from it. And so we spend our lives shifting more towards from fabrications of our heads, instead of seeking the courage to break our heart open.
We’re never told about this courage. We’re never told about the immense trust it takes to live our days with a broken heart. Because a broken heart will lead us to who we are meant to be during our short time here, it will show us how to be with our children, our partners, our neighbours. A broken heart shows us how to be naked, just like when we were born.
Our latest piece is a somatic mediation and musical journey on the act “birthing.” Because we are always birthing—connections, emotions, and new relations to ourselves and others. The ascension begins when we allow ourselves to feel all the labor pains from these birthing moments. When we widen the cracks of our broken hearts, when we let a little more of our lives pierce through.
PS - The meditation is in Spanish but the musical journey allows you to travel nonetheless.