The wound is the place where the Light enters you. (Rumi)
We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places. (Harold J Duarte-Bernhardt)
Ring the bells that still can ring, forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, it's how the light gets in (Lenoard Cohen)
Every culture has their version of this truth. At least I hope it's a truth because there have been so many broken parts of me I have to believe they had a purpose. I should qualify as a priceless work of art at this point. But honestly, I love the image of our brokeness healing stronger and more beautifully than whatever perfection we thought we had before.
I met with a friend today, someone I love very much and had not seen in about six years. And I saw in her all the beauty of her life, her joy, her pain, her fears, making her one of the most lovely people I know. And somehow she sees something of that in me as well. We talked a lot about the broken parts of the last six years. And I had this image of us both sitting there on a bench, talking, and shining like the sun.