Once upon a time there was a land where all the people who were imperfect lived.
There were people who had suffered great loss and felt diminished by that loss.
There were people who had been grievously injured and were now incapable of what they once had been able to do.
There were people who were born with deformities, or without limbs and would not be seen as “normal”.
There were people who were without family, without friends, always living apart from others.
There were those who were so sad as to be unable to see a way beyond their sadness.
There were those who wanted more of what they sought.
There were those who wanted less of what hampered them.
There were people who thought they could not love others.
There were people who thought they could not love themselves.
There were people who felt they were not the parents they so wanted to be.
There were people who felt they were not the children they could have been.
This place does truly exist.
It is all around us.
It is our world, our home.
It is, paradoxically, a glorious place…if we allow it to be.
It is a beautifully wondrous place…if we know The Truths.
The Truths (as I envision them):
None of us is perfect.
None of us is without (at least) the potential for growth.
None of us is truly without hope.
None of us is alone, if we are willing to open ourselves to another.
None of us lacks within what we need for true happiness.
We may indeed be imperfect, but that is a perfectly normal state of being.
We may not see how we will endure today’s pain, even though we have endured worse in a forgotten yesterday.
We may have full hearts, but opening our heart to another expands its capacity in glorious ways.
Sorrow and joy are both transitory – take comfort and counsel in that.
The night is dark, but it is finite.
When the rains come, drink in their nectar.
When the sun shines, bask in its glow.
These are the things I have learned, I have forgotten, I have remembered, once again.
These are the things which sustain me, perfectly imperfect, from day to day.
Even on days as difficult as today has been.
Perhaps I’ll re-start my day now; we can do that here in the Land of Imperfect People.
“There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in”
– Leonard Cohen