Cat osterman dating
(subject: personal healing and wholeness) Unitarian Church of Lincoln Lincoln, Nebraska 19 April 2015 In 1988, I visited the ancient temple complex of ad-Dayr al-Bahri near Luxor, Egypt.
Years ago, I spent a summer in Idaho and one weekend walked the trails around Redfish Lake, south of Stanley. It had clearly suffered an unimaginable trauma; twisted sideways as a sapling, then snapped almost in two, so that it hung down toward the ground. The tree survived the trauma, turned itself toward the sun, and grew up straight and tall, just like every other tree in the forest.
You see, life breaks us all in large ways and small. The hero fallen, the cause lost, the dream dashed . Oh yes, we all crack a little, get chipped along the way, and get put back together again – just like my alabaster bowl – but we’re never quite the same and, if you look closely, you’ll see the flaw, glimpse the scar, notice the missing piece, the hole in our heart and the wound in our soul that no amount of closure can quite fill. There’s the brittle heart that breaks apart into a thousand shards, a heart that takes us down as it explodes . Only the supple heart can hold suffering in a way that opens to new life.” Your heart can be broken or broken open. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.” For me, grace is the difference between being broken and being broken open.
The death of our beloved childhood pet, our first adolescent love that leaves us for another . Yes, friends, we are all broken by this life, in large ways and small, but we’re not all comfortable admitting that about ourselves. Being, and staying, broken leaves us hurt, angry, and confused . An unconscionable number of American women – an estimated 1 out of every 3 –, at some point in their lives, will be subjected to sexual violence.
We think that we are the only one to whom this has ever happen and maybe we are responsible – in some small way – for our own victimhood.
We think that what happened to us was so terrible that we will always be judged by others as deficient, that no one will love us, respect us, or value us again because we are broken.Wounded meant weak, broken was damaged, useless, flawed, in need of care, or maybe worthless and ready to be thrown away. we all suffer minor mental and emotional breakage just making our way to adulthood. In his weekly column for the “On Being” blog, Quaker author Parker Palmer wrote, “Heartbreak comes with the territory called being human. ultimately, it leads to healing, always for ourselves and sometimes for others.