“Break” comes with connotations of pain and I shy away: do I want to write about pain today?
But then I think of all the positive kinds of breaking: we may break a silence. We may break a fast. We may break from working or from school. Every morning day breaks through night, and weary watchers rejoice. A breaking may be a rest, a relief, a joy.
And I wonder if other things broken — the painful sorts of breaks — might also, viewed from another angle, be openings for joy?
Perhaps the broken heart, the broken dreams, the broken bodies are really broken to let in light, nourishment, hope of a kind we wouldn’t have imagined.
When morning arrives, we don’t mourn that a night has been broken, we thrill that a day has been made.
Today, I join Kate Motaung and her Five Minute Friday writers to muse over her prompt, “break.” The button above will take you to her site.
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