In yoga class Wednesday night I had a real spiritual experience.
Near the end of class, I was lying where I could see out the windows at the back of the yoga studio. There are small windows up above that act almost as a frame. The clouds were moving quickly and morphing from one thing to another. There was nothing but blue sky and clouds in my field of view.
As I watched the clouds go from one shape to another a story unfolded in front of me. It probably wasn’t a story anyone else would have seen or cared about, but it was clear to me. The message I took away from the experience was not uplifting, but important.
We are all just broken people, wandering around with pieces of ourselves, looking for someone who can help us put them together. Sometimes we have someone help us who forces them together like puzzle pieces that don’t really fit. Eventually that becomes clear, and we have to rip them apart again. Then, there we are, broken people, wandering around with pieces of ourselves, looking for someone who can help us put them together. Again.
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