There are layers of me that you can’t see.
Cracks & fault lines — some new and some pressed back together by the pressure of time.
Yet those microscopic fissures remain, unnoticeable most of the time to me or to others.
But when other rocks crash into my fissures with sufficient force, whether accidentally or on purpose, I can be broken.
Sometimes the breaks reveal amazingly unexpected beauty, but sometimes they leave sharp edges that can cut everything they touch.
Today, may we all begin to be a bit more gentle with one another, respecting we each have weaknesses that we wish not to have cracked open for the world to see.
shavua tov, jen