There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen
If there’s a crack in a dish, we throw it away. If there is a crack in a wall, we patch it. If there is a crack in the window, we replace it. If there is a crack in the ice, we don’t walk on it.
If there is a crack in our hearts…..we have lived, we have been hurt, we have loved, we have risked, we are human, we are real.
Cracks in ‘things’ are flaws, merchandise that is cracked doesn’t interest us. We want perfection. If something is cracked, it may be used or old. It may be weak. We want new and shiny. We want undamaged goods.
It isn’t like that with us. When we ‘patch’ our cracks, we add more layers, we hide the flaws, we hide our true selves. My ‘cracks’ show that I have lived and have been battered a bit by life’s ups and downs. My cracks are my own and yet they unite me with others who are also cracked.
Don’t be so quick to fix those cracks because it is through those ‘cracks’ that the light gets in….and…it is through those very same ‘cracks’ that the light from within shines forth to all the world.
Reflections on the Journey 
Yes!
As a great Christian friend says…
We are all Cracked Pots…
and the light from within…
I am a seriously cracked pot… in more ways than one ;o)
some days the light is dim, and others it is like daylight
I definately hear you Kaz – the intensity of the light doesn’t much matter, as long as the flame stays lit.
Andie, I just love your posts and your blog…..so simple and clean…..most of all the depth of your writing and perception! It is a real blessing to me! Lori
Thank you so much Lori – can’t tell you what that means to me because I am new at all of this. I love your blog as well. Thanks for your kindness.
Great line, that last one.
Thank you Richard…the light from others has been such a blessing to me.
yes. yes. and amen. i think you should link this to imperfect. xo
Thank you so much. I’m so glad you like it. I’m not sure what you mean about linking it….
Letting the light shine in whatever way …
So true, sometimes that shining way is quite mysterious.
… and yet another great post. Thanx.
God bless.
And, thank you Victor.
If the cracks in a heart are the proof of a life lived – well then I’ve lived one heckuva life in 47 years.
And yes I agree – each one of those cracks, healed or healing, reminds me that I am alive, breathing and navigating my way thru life.