“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” ― Anaïs Nin

I was hurt by the actions of a dear friend yesterday. I had hoped to have cause for a grand celebration, instead – words seemed to intertwine within our space.

And, creating a few ripened ‘bruises’ along the way.

It’s hard when we feel those closest to us have caused us injury. As, aren’t they the ones we’ve entrusted to care for the most vulnerable aspects of our being? But, it happens to the best of friends – now, doesn’t it? Edges are tested, and fresh paths are forged in the wake of new understanding.

“Most of us do not take these situations as teachings,” writes Pema Chödrön. “We automatically hate them. We run like crazy. We use all kinds of ways to escape.”

But, in doing so we relinquish the opportunity to learn from our pain. That’s right – to open it up, just a little deeper, to see what it is that makes our heart come alive.

In walking away – we miss our one true chance of developing a brand new awareness.

Sure, it’s painfully uncertain, and terrifying, at best. But always, my dearest darlings – there is this opening, however slight, to our greatest bliss.

Yes, it hurts when we feel those we love have caused us pain. But, my darlings, isn’t it the case – that the best friends we might ever hope for are the ones who are willing to help us find our way?

Though, sometimes we find ourselves wrapped up tightly in the fabric of words – that we often miss that much greater sentiment.

That is to say… “Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible in us be found.”

And though we may feel injured by the harshness of their words, remember  – these beautiful souls have been entrusted with the care of our own opening up.

And that, my dearest darlings…is indeed a most beautiful thing.