archives, you & me

Find the Broken Pieces That Live Within You.

Broken pieces. That is what so many of us are. A big mess of broken, beautiful pieces, both little and big.

It doesn’t matter what, who or how. What matters is that all our pieces need to be brought back together again.

How many times have we said or heard someone say after a traumatic experience that a little piece of them died that day, or that they were never the same again? On that day, we spoke of a truth that our awareness had not fully grasped. That on the day, we fell to pieces. And we forgot, or did not realize, that we needed to pick up those pieces and take them back with us again.

Often we leave pieces of ourselves behind as a protection mechanism, as we are unable to deal with the full impact of the occurrences of those times. But the truth of these matters are that these broken pieces also took some of our hopes and dreams, faith and trust, and this is why, eventually, we will be called to find them again. Find them, and reintroduce them back into ourselves, so we can be whole once more.

We will find that the pieces of our Self are scattered everywhere. Right through, and across the stories that we call our lives. And these broken pieces, they still remember who we are, and they call to us constantly, across time and space.

We hear the whispers they make to our soul, telling us that the time is now, the time has come to be one again. It is time to heal, and reunite, and become all that we are. For all things that are broken, and all things that are dead, must rise, to heal and to live again.

And then the journey begins. The journey that starts in the heart. The heart that has been hurt and broken so many times that it has fortified itself with so many things, in order to live and breathe and exist in this world. But a heart that is fortified with chains and walls is only half-alive. So our heart calls to us that the time has come to throw down that wall and unlock those chains so we can be free again.

So out we go, but in reality, in truth, it is in we go. We journey into our heart, and into our past, and we trace our footsteps backwards, backwards to where all the broken pieces lie.

Often we find our broken pieces still existing with other people or places or even with things. And we go to these people, places and things, in the dream space, in the place where magic is created and started, and we start the process of pulling ourselves together, and gently take our pieces back with us again.

The pieces hold the keys to the walls and the chains around our hearts, and need love and reassurance and knowledge. Knowledge that we are no longer willing to stay broken, and that we are rising as we hear the call to be whole once again.

So we spend time with the pieces that we find, and we discover that the old qualities that we didn’t even know we had lost, that the broken pieces kept with them, are returned back to us, and as the healing takes place, we begin to see these qualities — trust, hope, faith and love, the very things we need the most — grow within us again.

Don’t stay broken.
Pull yourself together.
Because You are the one you have been waiting for all along.

I was lost.
And I was broken.
And the broken and the lost
Are the ones who will never be found.

I yearned to be whole.
But the pieces of me were scattered
Far and wide.
Here and there.
Nowhere to be found.

I couldn’t see where they had gone,
Or where I had left them,
Or whom I had left them with.

On a journey
Deep inside me,
I found the broken pieces,
I found the threads,
Inside the holes
That lived within me.

I traced them back.
Back to the beginning.
The very beginning
Of me.

I fumbled in the darkness.
And I grabbed the ends
Of those threads.
I started pulling
With every beat of my heart.

I pulled myself together
And I patched it all up with glue.
And as I saw them approaching,
I honored each and every part.

The newborn.
The baby.
The girl.
The woman.

She who was abandoned.
She who wasn’t held.
She who wasn’t accepted.
She who didn’t know how to love herself.
She who could not see
All that she truly was.

The pieces
When they came together.
They made her whole being
Tremble and shake.

But for a long time
She loved them.
She wanted them.
She hugged them.
And she did not let them go.

And the shaking and the trembling subsided.
And peace settled in her bones.
A spark was ignited in her heart and soul
That lit the flames of her life once again.


Kim Turfrey is a mother and lover of life who lives in New Zealand and has spent a lifetime working with plants as well as Earth and Spiritual energies in order to find healing for herself and others. Being born with the gift of disability has enabled her to see the world through different eyes, and develop a deep love and gratitude for life. She works with people all around the world through the vehicle of her business Confirmations of Self, and empowers them with sets of tools that enable them to identify and move through the current and future challenges they face in the unification process. If you would like to contact Kim for enquiries about this work, you can get hold of her via email.


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