I often  wondered, why the cracks? Why can’t we learn without the pain? Can’t light come in another way? Sometimes you are so full of holes & hope, you look like a damn galaxy. Now I understand (finally…maybe?…not sure) that what gets cracked is not our true identity – but our ephemeral, scared, territorial, small self, our false sense of control, our vague idea of safety, the familiar comfort we confuse with the ultimate person, situation or opportunity… WE cannot break.
When all is said and done, it’s not about the 10,000 ways that haven’t worked out for you, for me. It’s about all the ups & downs & daily victories, the bittersweet surrender & the stubborn light that tries to love us through the cracks.
It’s about all the strange, crooked & wholesome ways in which all of your shattered pieces & failed tries, your burns & scars & midnight cries are alchemized into more life.
This messy, unexpected, broken-open kind of Now, in which your heart can be recycled into art & your true story can rewrite itself, chapter by chapter, bone by bone… when you just let it go and let you happen. #morningread #letyouhappen
Love-S
Thank you
Soooooo I may be a week late but it’s happening…