Last week I arrived home one night after presenting a class with one of my dear friends and biz partners, Wayne, to find my seven foot Christmas tree had taken a nose dive. Endless needles, broken glass and water everywhere.
My vision of a nice cup of tea, and a good book to unwind was replaced by the vacuum, paper towels and piles of needles.
Oh well. Stuff happens. Every damn day. Sure, every once in a while there is that standout “golden day”, but most days there is something, big or small, that has the potential to derail us.
A tree tumble goes under the category of small stuff, even though it made a big mess. Wayne, Rich and I worked to get the tree upright, and clean the mess. It is now tied to my curtain rod – fingers crossed.
It was getting late and Wayne has a bit of a drive home, so I said, “I’m sure this isn’t the way you wanted to spend the rest of your evening.”
He said, “Spending time with friends? Why not?”
It’s not what you look at , it’s what you see.
The tree fell on top of my coffee table and amazingly this glass bowl (my grandmother’s) that currently holds a delicate glass ornament, was unharmed.
There is always something beautiful and glistening amid the mess.