Flowers today are from a recent visit to Lan Su Chinese Gardens. This lotus was stunning.
How It Is
Over and Over we break
open, we break and
we break and we open.
For a while, we try to fix
the vessel - as if
to be broken is bad.
As if with glue and tape
and a steady hand we
might bring things to perfect
again. As if they were ever
perfect. As if to be broken is not
also perfect. As if to be open
is not the path toward joy.
The vase that's been shattered
and cracked will never
hold water. Eventually
it will leak. And at some
point, perhaps, we decide
that we're done with picking
our flowers anyway, and no
longer need a place to contain them.
We watch them grow just
as wildflowers do - unfenced,
unmanaged, blossoming only
when they're ready - and mygod,
how beautiful they are amidst
the mounting pile of shards.
~Rosemary Wahtola Trommer
As in the poem, a flower blooms only when it is ready to bloom. Do we likewise bloom when we are ready? And yes, there is a part of brokenness in life that allows the light to shine through the cracks and make us more beautiful. I think, for me, it is a hard lesson that I continue to learn.
Have a beautiful week, dear friends!
