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When friends and lovers are breaking up
there is a lot of pain and
misunderstanding, and seldom any place
to go, either physically or mentally.
The Place of Broken Hearts is a small
environment of trees, grass, running
water, some buildings along with a
well and a perpetually burning flame.
can go there and bury some
treasured item, or compose a secret
message that you throw down the well.
You can leave the presents you never got
to deliver to be picked apart by squirrels
stolen by ravens.
You can set up a shrine, or you can hang
items to wither from the branches in the
trees. You can write poems on the walls,
leave flowers to float downstream and
disappear, or toss them into the
flame to make their smoke merge with
the ether. You can tear out your hair and
leave it in a heap. You can stand on your
head with dead leaves between your toes.
You may even meet someone you know
here doing the same thing for you.
Jim Morrison's Grave
cemetery Pére Lachaise [xenzag, Sep 17 2006]
Lerab Ling Prayer Flags
Named after Lerab Lingpa, the teacher of the 13th Dalai Lama. [xenzag, Sep 17 2006]
There should be one of these next door. [zen_tom, Sep 18 2006]
||Wow - good idea! I could have buried my heart there five or six times over.
||My heart's in England. (Where I'm not). It's making it very difficult to get anything meaningful done. I could do with a place like this. The Pub, although useful, isn't the healthiest way to deal with it all. [+]
Had your heart broken lately, [xen]?
||Another fun addition would be a cannon that you can fill with items (love letters, pictures, teddy bears, etc) from that ex-special someone and blow them to smithereens!
||I like that, MoreCowbell ;)
||A bonfire of broken hearts hehe.
||+ [xenzag] - Jim Morrison's Grave. The funny thing is, I'm not in there. A spirit so wantonly free, soon tired of the damp morbid company without delicious pain and the mysterious night. - oh, wait. don't exhume me. I've just been playing around.
||+ wonderful and beautiful. I would also feel the need to have a sledgehammer nearby...
||I meant to add that there are shovels lying
around, and some "starter" holes of
various depths, so that you can climb into
one and keep digging.
||//perpetually burning flame// Phew! - I thought that was a metaphor, but so long as it's just there to torch stuff, +.