My soul tells me we were all broken from the same nameless heart and every living thing wakes with a piece of that original heart aching its way into blossom. This is why we know each other below our strangeness. Why when we fall, we lift each other or when in pain we hold each other. Why when sudden with joy, we dance together. Life is the many pieces of that great heart loving itself back together.
Quote by Mark Nepo from his book: THE EXQUISITE RISK
REFLECTION:
- What is aching its way into blossom?
- Do you allow others to lift you up, hold you when in pain or dance with another in joy?
- How can you allow more love into your heart – to love all your broken parts together with the help of another?