grace

When I headed up to the counter the other week to check out and pay for the day’s treasures, the gentleman putting together my items was rolling around in his hands the bell that caught my eye. It was my favorite find of the morning. “You know what gives it that unique ring? The pieces that broke off.” I hadn’t even noticed the broken parts when I’d picked it up for a shake earlier. I was too taken with the sound to think on what made it so. 

the bell's company on the porch today—a glassybaby trio:                                     grace, grateful red, and muse

the bell's company on the porch today—a glassybaby trio:                                     grace, grateful red, and muse

I remember a couple years ago when I was sharing with the kids on our walk home how a morning of embarrassing, whoopsie moments culminated with my dress boot heel getting caught in the shopping cart as I grabbed my two grocery bags for loading into the car. Straight down I went onto the pavement with hands tight in the brown bag handles. There was no way to hide the landing, no way to gracefully recover. It was so bad that some  turned the other way—wanting to pretend they hadn’t seen vs. coming over to assist. The bruised part of my pride thanked them for such thoughtfulness as I struggled to free my foot and get upright. 

As I regaled the kids with the no good very bad moment, they asked if it hurt, if I was embarrassed when it happened. “Of course! But what could I do?” And without missing a beat, my girl took a page from her Pete the Cat reads and said, “You just keep singing your song!”

This month's 'color club' treasure—muse—from glassybaby founder, lee rhodes."...their real use is to symbolize and generate hope. their warm light flickers, like we do in everyday life. they are humble in spirit, but not in beauty..." —mercos rhodes…

This month's 'color club' treasure—muse—from glassybaby founder, lee rhodes.
"...their real use is to symbolize and generate hope. their warm light flickers, like we do in everyday life. they are humble in spirit, but not in beauty..." —mercos rhodes, lee's son.

Pride. Heart. Spirit. Limb. Faith. Promise. Habit. Practice. 

Whatever it is that breaks, whatever it is that either heals or becomes a better version of, whatever gets caught in the living as it’s becoming… let it ring, let it sing! It might clang against for a bit or join in chorus, but the sound will be authentically, beautifully, resoundingly the you that is a treasure of a find.