The flower blooms when the bud is broken open.
Life at times can be extremely wounding. The danger always exists that we allow our lives to shrink to the size of the wound. Are our lives not enlarged by our woundedness?
I have a deep admiration for those who do not allow themselves to become mired in their hurts and injustices. They have this wonderful ability to expand and massage in to life around them their bigness, courage and hope.