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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Thank you for that. You know that with all of our brokenness, Trauma , pain etcc.. it kinda makes me wonder that with all loving compassionate people who take their time to walk with us, spend quality time with us, console us, and just be there for us, I can’t help but to wonder , now mind you I am not very theologically inclined but Jesus was the perfect example of someone who knew how to walk with the broken, he knew how to heal. I wonder if humans no how to walk with the healed? Or are we supposed to just be there for each other in our time of need?