“There is a rest in Brokenness. You lie on that hard ground, unable to function as you did before. So you lie there. There are no more ‘Shoulds’ because the luxury of self-recrimination was taken from you when you fell and broke to pieces on the earth below. “Cannot” doesn’t matter now, either. All that exists in this moment is “What is Now”. This. And there is beauty in the Brokenness. It is a beauty of constellations in the scars, of tides in the tears, the heat of fire in the bleeding of you. In the abrupt quiet that follows an unexpected injury, a sacred silence fills you. And because there is nothing left in you that can create, push, force, be, or drive into, there is a blessed empty space, to be filled by something..(new)….This ..is the prayer that summons the spirit, calls forth angels, lays us down gently. In these seasons of humble brokenness, we are opened, utterly…..Allow the broken places to show you their beautiful rest…”
Sarah LaRosa