A teacher says “we are broken or broken open”.
Life has broken me open.
Open to more beauty and joy,
more darkness and sorrow,
more awareness and presence,
a greater depth to love,
compassion.
Open to a desire to live intentionally, fully, vulnerably, as if I have nothing to lose.
A want to slow down, to relish what is precious and fleeting,
a need to slow down, to be here, fully present, fully myself.
Broken or broken open?
The challenge is to stay open, to not live as if I am merely broken- lying around like shards of glass, ready to inflict pain on any who come near.
Because I often feel very broken. Just broken. And I want to go away somewhere, be alone with all that hurts, soak in it for awhile.
Yet redemption of the pain, of my brokenness, is birthed from the opening.
Rumi said, “The wound is the place where the light enters you”. I believe it can also be the place- the opening- from which the light shines out.
So mostly my heart remains painfully tender and I continue to be who is left after life has chiseled so much away, has broken me open.
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