Journey of Life
These last few years, I have done a lot of soul searching. My heart and soul have been wretched with despondence, pain and suffering. My heart has been betrayed, damaged, and my head has been confused.
Much has happened that does not need to be explained, so let's just say it has been a journey. A journey home. A heart's journey. I never thought that I would be thinking a lot of the things I have been thinking at the age of 60, or feeling the things I have been feeling. It is almost as if I have been re born, again.
"Don't forget-metamorphosis starts with a death. You will be beautifully strong, too, but first you will be broken."
"Broken crayons still color".
Both statements ring true for me. Think about it. When you first get a box of crayons, they are beautifully wrapped, fully sharpened and ready to be used. After a few uses, though, the paper needs to be taken off so the crayon can actually be used. Rip, rip, rip...there goes a layer.
As time goes on, the actual crayon that colors gets worn down, broken, and smaller, depending on it's use. But, the broken crayon can still be used. It can still color.
And, what do you do with the small little pieces of crayons that have no paper on them anymore? The ones that are teeny tiny and are difficult to hold in your hand?
I don't know about you, but I used to melt them together to form new crayons. :)
Broken crayons still color. They might just color in a different way. They might just color in a different form. But, they are still useful, valuable and important.
Metamorphosis-" a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means."
I am not changing supernaturally. I am not changing into a completely different person or thing. But, I have changed a lot. I have been through a transformation in a way that has brought me to where i am today, and that person is different than the person from so many years ago.
Just like the butterfly, who was one creature and has transformed into something else, I have changed. The creature the butterfly was before has "died" in a sense, and the new life emerges strong and free. As have I.
But, I was very broken first. Just like the broken crayons. Broken but still able to color.
Have you ever felt like the butterfly and the broken crayons? Have you been broken?
I have been broken into many pieces. My heart has been wrenched and divided and hurt, but....I can still color. I can still be who I was created to be. And, so can you.
2 Comments
Mar 18, 2021, 10:23:20 AM
Linda Bell - I am so excited that you want to participate! It will be so great to be with you again, Brandi!
Mar 17, 2021, 8:55:57 PM
Brandi Gant - I am on board and I would love to be a part of this project. I love everything about it.