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Yesterday..

4/24/2012

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Yesterday, as I sat at my desk, the sun was shining through the window. I felt such a deep feeling of peace and contentment. In the distance the mountains flow down to the sea. I cannot see the waves from my window but I know that they are always there. The waves ebb and flow no matter what people do. The waves take the rocks and make grains of sand out of them. The waves take broken bottles and make smooth pebbles I can hold without cutting my hand.
I spent hours as a child, walking on the beach, watching the waves.
I felt like one of those bottles, broken and cast aside.
I was almost thirty before I began to see that the waves of pain had also made a smooth, shiny pebble out of me. The sharp edges of bitterness had been worn away. The salt water had washed off all the muck and dirt. The imperfections make the glass the pebble that it is.  And so it is with me.
What has time and tide made of you?
 
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Marie Ennis-O'Connor link
4/24/2012 01:26:00 pm

Martine, thank you for sharing such a beautiful reflection. It reminded me also of the following quote:

“A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life….The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl”. Stephan Hoeller

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Martine Brennan link
4/24/2012 02:48:30 pm

A big hug from one pearl to another! x

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