Sooner or later, just by living, we’re reduced to what matters; as many of the things we thought were important and irreplaceable are broken or snapped like small branches in a storm. And somehow, as we heal from the scratches and bruises, we stand taller, covered by less. It’s then we begin to feel gratitude, even though it’s hard to be grateful for what is difficult. In the earned nakedness that follows honest experience, we are very close to the thread that connects us to everything. When we least expect it, what’s in the way is the way. The broken door lets in the light. The broken heart lets in the world. Like shattered fruit, our broken plans attract the angels who feast like songbirds on the sweetness we’ve hidden, now finally in the open. And so we grow……Mark Nepo
wonder what it would look like if we tried to live our life within an ideal of grace? if we honored our heart first? if we held our hurts like fragile wings?
Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow come and go like the wind. To be happy, rest like a giant tree in the midst of them all…..Buddha
I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have….Abraham Lincoln