Seeking inspiration, I stumble among
my large book collection.
I pick one up-flip through a few pages- and find this:
“I take the pieces of my brokenness and I create something new and meaningful. I offer this wisdom to others. Now I understand that my very brokenness is my connection to the unbroken whole.”
(Straub.Gail.(2001) Circle of Compassion-Meditations for Caring-for self and for the world. page 86. Journey Editions: Boston:MA.)
I ponder Ms. Straub’s meditation. It seems to me that in so many places, I
struggle with my brokenness. I stitch it together these shards of fragile self, like shards of broken glass.
I weave my brokenness into a sweater. I keep myself warm for more stormy weather.
How can I use my scars to heal myself?
How can I use my scars to heal others?
Is empathy always a two-bladed sword-if I feel for you, for your pain, am I also stabbing myself,
at least a small bit in my big and wounded heart?
And yet, I cannot stop it.
This endless sea of empathy.
I want to help everybody I meet.
I want to be useful, and unique.
I want to be the one who bandages others, comforts them, encourages them.
Yet, I wondered how can I reach outwards with my heart,
giving of myself-while I still bleed of emotions from time to time?
Is it right? Is it practical? Can I sacrifice my sorrows-just to give to,
someone else, a blessed and happy tomorrow?