“Alan Jones describes saints as those who “have been allowed to see into themselves and have not refused to look.” This reminds me of David Whyte’s provocative question in one of his poems: “Why are we the one terrible part of creation privileged to refuse our own flowering?” The path of brokenness is lined with all the ways we have refused to look at our wounds and all the moments we have refused our own flowering.”
–Christine Valters Paintner, The Soul’s Slow Ripening, p. 57-58
