From Splintered to Whole

A young friend recently described her life. Two toddlers, one of whom is potty training. A thriving career. A marriage. Leadership in a nonprofit that she's devoted to. Her home on the market with a move imminent. She finds herself crying with a feeling of being out of control.

As I listened to her story, the image that came to me was "splintered." In each of these roles, only a piece of her is showing up--the piece with the expertise to handle that thing. She seemed to be losing her sense of wholeness, even though she was so grateful for all the goodness in her life. So after the whole story was out, I asked, "Would you like to write an intention?"

Here's what we wrote: In the midst of seeming chaos, I breathe and realize I am alive. I am whole. I am present. 

You write it: Do you ever feel splintered? What do you do?