One of my favorite places of stillness on our campus is the
Mays Chapel garden, a small garden partly covered by a canvas canopy. In its center is a tree with an old tangled wind
chime hanging from a lower branch. Ferns
and other leafy plants and bushes encircle the tree, and hide several ceramic sculptures
who call the garden home. One of the
sculptures is a small angel with a broken wing.
There are times in my life I am stuck in the pain of feeling broken, and
can’t seem to let it go. The silent
stillness of the garden helps me lean into my brokenness, connecting me deep
inside to the wholeness of life. Lean
into your brokenness and let go.
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