I noticed cracks in the sidewalk today--nothing new, right? But particularly so in the part of the country where I live that is prone to frequent earthquakes. We have cracks everywhere.
But these cracks had grass growing up through them. Recent rains have germinated the dormant seeds lying in the cracks and new life is springing up.
Seems to me that grass growing in the cracks of concrete is a good metaphor for the growth a broken and cracked life offers.
I may be a "cracked pot" but I know there are tender shoots of green growing through my cracks--I am healing and changing. And that is exciting!