Shattered Glass

Last week was unusually ‘full’. I had no brain space to post here. I can’t remember the last time that happened other than after my kids were born.

And then, as I was swinging from one to-do-item-vine to the next, running from lots of Zoom meetings filled with men wearing blue shirts and khaki pants, my giant glass patio door shattered.


It was a startling moment.

It was mesmerizing to hear the glass crackle for a good 10-15minutes before it eventually settled in its broken beauty.

What’s the lesson of this all?

– Check for rocks in your lawn before mowing the lawn, fellow homeowners!

– There is beauty in the breakdown.

– ….. what else?

10 Comments leave a comment below

  1. When I was a kid, I kicked pebbles a lot. Sometimes I would wind back my leg to see how far it’d bounce.

    One day, I saw a lil’ rock in the street, no bigger than half an m&m. I kicked it as hard as I could and it bounced pretty far and quickly. Something in the road made the rock suddenly change angle and it shot right into someone’s car window, on the driver side.

    The entire window fractured in seconds before it all came down like a shower of glass. My sisters and I quickly ran inside the house and pretended like our rooms were more interesting than being outside.

    I didn’t kick rocks after that, for quite some time.

  2. When my childhood house burned down many years ago, a family friend gave us a magnet that read, “The barn’s burnt down, but now I can see the moon.” I think of this proverb often when I hear about situations like this. There can be beauty in the breakdown for sure, even if it takes a while to find it… <3

  3. Sorry to see the damage!
    At least the house or apartment will be back to normal once you can afford to do reparations!
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    Looks like a lovely home – well done ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ you!
    Love AB, x.
    Big up Switzerland – make some noise – no more broken glass please! ๐Ÿ˜†

  4. i love that quote, erin.

    the lesson learned is: we want to see more of your house!

  5. “I canโ€™t remember the last time that happened other than after my kids were born.” < if you ever care to blog/write about that time, I would be so interested!

    As a newish mom, it's really encouraging there's an "after" at some point :) :)

  6. Thankfully your Zoom meetings were filled with khakis and not the question of if there are khakis.. lol.
    The window although gut wrenching is beautiful.
    Sometimes we’re so stunned by the event, time slows and all we can do is search for a bit of beauty amongst the brokenness in order to keep breathing and thinking.
    Do something special for yourself Tina- even if it’s just taking the dog for a drive to walk in a new park….fully occupied brain space is your body telling you you’re on overload and need a moment or three to yourself.
    We’ll wait for you.

  7. I’m curious as to what changes this experience (the shock, the beauty, and then sharing) will bring your way.

  8. Decades ago, my husband’s first civil case in the practice of law involved a child killed by a rock kicked up by a lawn mower. The notion that children should not be outside when the mowers was being used was a new one to me. There isn’t enough publicity about that danger. Sorry about the window and heads up! to everyone.

  9. Oh my! Did the glass fall out? Can you kintsugi it instead of replacing it?
    (I realize I’m late to comment).

  10. Shattered glass makes the light visible.