This morning I went searching in my drawer for one of those toothpick kind of things, the ones I got when I had to wear braces. These little picks attach to long handles and look like little pipe cleaners. Well, I didn't find the small plastic case they come in, which annoyed me, but I did find the following note, written in my handwriting (I don't remember writing it) and I don't even know who wrote it, but it sounds very much like Pema Chodron to me:
"When you wake up in the morning and out of nowhere comes the heartache of alienation and loneliness, could you use that as a golden opportunity? Rather than persecuting yourself or feeling that something terribly wrong is happening, right there in the moment of sadness and longing, could you relax and touch the limitless space of the human heart? The next time you get a chance, experiment with this."
I had that chance this very morning and after reading that paragraph, I felt quite a bit better.