A pearl takes center stage on a necklace given to me by a dear friend. It’s placed between two diamonds with a delicate chain that clasps at the back.
I never should have met him, and he never should have died. Just like the tiny grain of sand that never should have gotten into a tightly closed shell.
But he died, and I met him, and that little creature took that piece of sand that didn’t belong.
It doesn’t have to be death that works it’s way into life, it can be anything. A relationship ending, a job lost, a move across the country, a friend or family member choosing to walk away.
It hurts. And it wasn’t supposed to be this way. Yet it is, and in many ways we choose how often we attend to our pain. We can ignore. We can run.
Or we can remain, learn, and engage. It’s a difficult process, to stay. But when we choose to engage and work with whatever pain we have, we see that what was meant to hurt us, in the end, doesn’t hurt at all. The ending may not be what we expected, but the ending is expectedly symmetrical and polished. Beautiful and valuable in it’s own right.
I wear my necklace. I wear it proudly. Not just because it was given to me by someone who holds a piece of my heart, but because it reminds me that something beautiful is coming, where something beautiful never should have been 💙
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