First of all, behold the clear, tidied-up sewing table! We were having neighbors over Friday night and since this table is right off my kitchen, I was feeling motivated to not scare the neighbors by the disaster that was there. (Just please don’t go look in my basement where I relocated most of the aforementioned disaster.)
I’m glad to say we enjoyed having our neighbors over (I really should do things like that more often) but the rest of the weekend was kind of tough. Saturday afternoon was the funeral for a sweet, long-time friend who lost her battle with darkness. She was one of the most truly good, kind people I’ve ever known. It broke my heart that she suffered so much in her life. I grieve that she carried those burdens and find peace in knowing she will not have to carry them any more.
Then this was my Sunday night. Not the best thing ever. I really debated whether to share this because A) I’m so embarrassed that it happened and B) I tend to only share the pretty that’s going on in my life. Because I think beauty is good and inspiring for all of us.
But I don’t want anyone for one second to think my life is only “pretty.”
It’s the scary, rough, disconcerting, difficult stuff in life that makes us so much tougher and deeper and more compassionate – if we let it. That hard stuff is the very thing that brings clarity to what really matters most. This weekend has been a poignant reminder of that.
And there is still so much “beauty for ashes” if we look for it. I drove by this wall last Friday. It was on the side of an abandoned, old school on a pretty blighted urban street corner, and yet look at that beautiful color! I made a u-turn so I could pull over and take a picture.
I am beyond thankful – and do not take for granted – that I walked away from that accident with only bruises and that the other involved was not seriously hurt. And spending time with other sweet friends following the funeral was such a poignant reminder that our relationships with each other are such a beautiful gift and what really matters the most in this life.
So be kind and love each other. And embrace the growth and deepening that comes through the hard, not-so-pretty- parts of life.
Just like cleaning out my sewing table before my neighbors come over, I think I do that a lot on my blog for you friends. I put up the tidiest front, when really there’s a spot in my basement that would horrify some of you. I don’t share that spot because it’s not that pretty or inspiring to look at or dwell on, but rest assured that it’s there. The same goes with my life. I mostly only share the good parts because I figure you all have your own load to carry and I want this to be a happy inspiring place. Just rest assured that no one’s life is perfect – especially mine. I hope I can find the balance between keeping it real and sharing good. (Because I love good!)