Water and wind erode rock, carving great canyons or etching patterns that will change over geologic time. There is no particular form for a rock, from massive granite cliff to pebble, that is more right or whole or correct than any other way.
How are you whole at this point in your life that is very different from the way you were whole when you were younger?
We often go off alone in our grief, seeking comfort in solitude. But sometimes, as with Freddie Gray’s mother, public mourning is an act of courage, of naming the fact that our personal pain is part of a larger fracture in civic life.
What do you feel deserves public mourning?
The Japanese art of kintsugi involves filling the cracks in a broken pot with gold, highlighting the broken places with beauty rather than trying to hide them.
How have you created beauty from your broken places?
The distorted mirrors of a fun house reflect our images back to us in a bizarre variety of ways—taller, shorter, fatter, thinner, even shattered into thousands of fragments. It turns out that the many ways others see us—and even more so the ways that we imagine others see us—provide an even more distorted set of images than a fun house.
What helps you stay focused on an image of yourself that feels true?
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
―Rumi
How has a wound allowed something to illuminate your heart?
