“That’s it. I’m done,” my friend, Sandra, said.
“Tell me more. I’m listening,” I said.
“How could Goddess let this happen to me?” Sandra asked.
Sometimes, life hurts so much we’re left a wreck.
We wonder how a kind Goddess and God would allow such terrible things to happen.
I’m not talking from theory. I have two things: clinical depression and dyslexia.
“Wasn’t just one of these things enough?!” I’ve asked the Goddess.
In the first year of college, I heard this idea: Some Japanese artisans repair a broken vase with lacquer mixed with gold. My first thought was “What a waste of gold.”
Years later, I learned of Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer mixed with powered gold, platinum or silver. Author Christy Bartlett wrote: “Not only is there no attempt to hide the damage, but the repair is literally illuminated.”
Doesn’t this seem counter to what we’re taught to do? If we’re imperfect, aren’t we supposed to hide our flaws?
Flaws make us who were are. They make us unique. Just like the broken vase, each crack is a badge of honor and forms the unique composition of ourselves.
Wicca is the path of uniqueness. It molds to each practitioner’s needs. We can worship whatever pantheon we want. We can make our own rituals, tailored to ourselves and our uniqueness.
Dyslexia makes it hard to read so I was taught Wicca in a truly one-on-one, mentor-to-student manner. This was a traditional approach. I find great value in that.
It’s hard to say what value I’ve gained from dealing with depression symptoms every day. Then I think about my connection to humor. The first thing that popped in my mind is Monty Python’s song “Always Look On the Bright Side of Life.”
I’m often quick to thrown in a humorous comment.
Humor has a healing experience for me.
I invite you to consider:
When we get broken, the healing is what fills the crack. And that’s a gift.
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