Each time we trust enough to love or nurture someone else and that trust is violated, it’s like the handle of the vessel that has broken, allowing the meal of our love to be emptied. We lose a little of ourselves to the experience. Our reluctance to open again to such vulnerability is the way we often learn to survive our deepest hurts and greatest betrayals. It’s our mechanism of protection. And each time we reduce our willingness to love by shutting off the access to our truest nature of compassion and nurturing, we are like the meal that is slowly leaving the jar that the woman is carrying.
