Michelangelo said, “I saw the angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free.”
In the circumstances of my childhood I had no control in which way the hand moved. When I become an adult the carving knife was placed in my own hands. I’d been chipped and carved into a mishmash paddy-wackily way. What could I make of what I’d become up to this point. With blinders on I tried it my way. I was able to smooth away some of the rough edges, but picked up many splinters along the way. Eventually I could hold the knife no more from the pain, and so I let it go.
It was in the letting go, that I placed the knife back in my Creators hands.
It was in the letting go, that I could heal.
It was in the letting go that He gave it back…only then He placed His hand upon mine and we began to work as One.
It was in letting go that my true self came into view.
It was in letting go that I was set free.
It was in letting go that I came to understand that the marble and carver had always been One.