“With swords raised in battle. A glimpse of self reflected in the blade.”
I’m scattered here in a million pieces, maybe, but I’ve lost count.
This rock has shred me. Held my emotions when I could no longer bare them.
This rock has forced me to face the “flight mode” of fear and change my relationship to it. A mode of flight on a rock and in life also, this slab has balanced that.
This rocks formation has spoken of life’s balances. Life’s reflective nature and the beauty found in chaos.
I’m shattered among many slabs and countless hours of working to let go and to hold on. No longer relying on another to salvage me, but rather to rely on myself.
With swords raised in battle, a glimpse of self reflected in the blade, and had shown the enemy I had become to myself. Salvation was near and Revelation was handed over. Theough mercy and spoken epiphanies, I heard what no voice could speak. “To be saved one must first be shattered and broken. True self is found among the shattered pieces, seeing who I truly am and leaving behind who I never really was.” It was loss that saved me, caused me to shatter and see what I was never able too and understand the blessing that lies in chaos, and the beauty that dwells at the core.