My most recent journey has brought me to the snow covered mountains of Utah. At first my experience was to be light-hearted, I was coming to help a friend with her shop during the Sundance Film Festival. My trip was plagued with the news that my dear aunt had passed away. The mood took a turn towards somber, only to be brought back up by the sophisticated, yet whimsical memory of my dear sweet aunt. During her funeral service she was referenced to have said "you get more light from shattered glass". This statement for whatever reason seemed almost profound to me. This statement was just that, a statement. This is something I have been carrying with me for the last several days, along with the notion that you should get exactly what you want out of life (also a reference in my aunts loving memory).
The question now is, what do we want out of life? There is the obvious, to be happy, healthy, to love and feel loved. But what lies beyond the superficial? I agree with my aunts statement about the shattered glass. This is a scientific fact, you do indeed get more reflection from the tiny fragments of broken glass as opposed to a well put together glass. I do not mean this in a negative manor, I think that for me the statement means we are continually progressing. Life is always moving us forward (whether we like it or not).
I am not exactly sure where I am going with this post? Perhaps it is just to spread the memory of my aunt who struggled for so much of her life, her disease held her spirit hostage inside of her broken body. My aunt loved the simple things in life; being outside, seeing the mountains, ridding her horses. Her broken body took all of that from her. If the above statement that I believe to be true is just that, I wish that I would have had the opportunity to discuss some of life's wonders with my aunt before her passing. She was fragmented glass for many years of her short time on earth. I cannot help but wonder what amazing life lessons she was able to unlock with her uplifting points of view.
I hope that I am always able to find the light that comes from broken glass. I hope that I am able to sort through life with the precise distinction to get exactly what I want out of it. I hope that I always remember to breathe deeply, focus on what is important and most of all let those I love know how special they are to me.
I like imperfections. I am drawn to imperfections, whether it be in myself, others, nature...I find beauty in the clumsy chaos. There is a deep sense of gratitude when you find the perfect balance to revile the lullaby buried in the static.
Perhaps perfection is the static lullaby that reflects the broken glass?
