When I pulled back the curtains to see the sun rise, I thought the panes of my French door were spectacularly frosted over. Until I realized the glass was completely shattered. I have friends like that who have been through so much you kinda wonder how they can still stand without crumbling. Broken but still beautiful.
duetting with my daughter. who died. ROBIN BOTIE
Beautiful photo and reflection. May we all withstand life’s shattering and stay upright. Blessed Solstice to you.
Glad you were able to see the beauty in your shattered French door, Robin. It will inspire me to look for the beauty in this season that I find mostly depressing.
Wow, Robin – that’s crazed! Literally. For whatever reason the glass has ‘crazed’, fractured in intricately outlined tiny pieces. (I had a crock-pot lid that did that once near the end of a day of cooking, and of course the bits fell in the food so that was the end of it.) The same thing happened to the coating on my glasses lenses sometime in the first two months after we lost our Ian, and I never figured out why it did (age?), but for several weeks I was looking at the world through a pattern like your door’s glass, until it was finally replaced. It was frustrating, to say the least, to see things that way.
Don’t get hurt on it. Your metaphor for shattered lives is so apt.