Our brokenness is our wholeness. It’s the idiosyncratic expression of the fractal of life we are. We’re not whole when we’re whole. We’re whole when we love all of our brokenness.
Love it all. Be with it all. With all of who you are. Be most present, gentle and loving to what you are ashamed of, to what you are critical of, to what you want to fix. Our cracks are the unseen and unheld at the time versions of our little child. Little hearts, broken, big souls, wounded, suspended in time. When we go back to them, as a loving, giving adult, see their pain, and hold them through it, they heal. Feel their feelings and cry their tears.