I snapped many pictures at the beach this weekend, but nothing charmed me quite so much as this sand dollar. Perhaps it’s because I am broken, too.
I snapped many pictures at the beach this weekend, but nothing charmed me quite so much as this sand dollar. Perhaps it’s because I am broken, too.
Jana,
You might recall I wrote in my old blog about the journey I was making after my marriage failed. Here was a poem my now fiance had shared with me. It may be of help to you. Because Jana, you are *not* broken.
Birthright – by Danna Faulds
Despite illness of body or mind,
In spite of blinding despair or habitual belief, who you are is whole.
Let nothing keep you separate from the truth.
The soul, illuminated from within, longs to be known for what it is.
Undying, untouched by fire or storms of life, there is a place inside where stillness and abiding peace reside.
You can ride the breath to go there.
Despite doubt or hopeless turns of mind, you are not broken.
Spirit surrounds, embraces, fills you from the inside out.
Release everything that isn’t your true nature.
What’s left, the fullness, light, shadow, claim all that as your birthright.
I don’t see broken as a bad thing, necessarily. It makes me different and unique and wholly me. And don’t you think this shell has a far more interesting story to tell than one that is whole & perfect?
For eample, compare the picture above to this one: http://www.flickr.com/photos/pilgrimgirl/5484546071/in/set-72157626039400953/