the bridge from broken to whole


Nicholas, don’t you know about people this first and most crucial fact: every single one is, and is painfully every moment aware of it, still a child. To get beyond the age of about eight is not permitted to this primate—except in a very special way, which I’ll try to explain. And in fact, that child is the only real thing in them. It’s their humanity, their real individuality, the one that can’t understand why it was born and that knows it will have to die, in no matter how crowded a place, quite on its own. That’s the carrier of all the living qualities. It’s the centre of all the possible magic and revelation. What doesn’t come out of that creature isn’t worth having, or it’s worth having only as a tool—for that creature to use and turn to account and make meaningful. And so, wherever life takes it by surprise, and suddenly the artificial self of adaptations proves inadequate, and fails to ward off the invasion of raw experience, that inner self is thrown into the front line—unprepared, with all its childhood terrors round its ears. The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. Nothing else really counts at all…..Ted Hughes

it’s analogous to the rising phoenix, coming up brilliant, as if the golden bird was staged and filled with spiritual essence all along……as if it never for a moment had doubt about its unshakeable armor…….

Every time we face our own pain at being broken,

we dissolve the heart’s need to relive the break.

….Mark Nepo

harmony rising

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift

and the rational mind is a faithful servant.

We have created a society that honors the servant

and has forgotten the gift…

….Albert Einstein

2 thoughts on “the bridge from broken to whole

  1. We live in a world that quite often celebrates our sameness…….forgetting the flaws that set us free. As a little girl, I saw my dad as some kind of super hero. As I got older, he gave me a wonderful gift – the chance to see him broken, to see him weak. And do you know what happened? Rather than becoming less, he became more – more than a super hero.

    So much of what the world sees as scars are, in fact, adornments. What a sweet wonderful life to be broken by. ~ Love ever, Bobbie

    • ‘scars as adornments’…..I love that….so wise and gracious……comes from living in that intuitive trust…..child of heart…..blessed be Bobbie…..

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