Our reading this week is the first stanza of a poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer from Poetry of Presence:
Over and over we break open, we break and we break and we open.
For a while, we try to fix the vessel - as if to be broken is to be bad.
As of with glue and tape and a steady hand we might bring things to perfect again.
As if they were ever perfect.
As if to be broken is not also perfect.As if to be open is not the path to joy.
Wishing you a beautiful week of practice!