And yet, through all of this sadness that continues to break my heart, I get the sense, however subtle and hard to pin down, that my heart actually is opening up more to others, to my world, to our world and it feels compassion for my fellow human beings. All of these feelings and concepts just seem to slip through my fingers like a fine dust of sand. They arrive, then are gone.
Trying to ignore a broken heart is like trying to ignore the sting of a skinned knee. It takes time to heal and little by little every day it begins to feel better. But if you touch it too soon, it really smarts, a reminder to wait and give it some time to heal. This is how Bruce and his music touch me, it is the balm on a stinging, living wound, perhaps the wounds and words of The Boss heal my own aching heart and for that I give thanks.
("Straight Time" by Bruce Springsteen from The Ghost of Tom Joad album)