Not too long ago, I was given a gift. A sculpture, constructed from a few moulded glass capillary tubes with a magically grown copper sulfate crystal attached. It was beautiful. It looked like a royal blue chrysanthemum sitting atop a delicate transparent stem. And what's more, it was hand-made, specifically for me. This heartfelt creation took pride of place upon my shelf.
That is, until this evening, when I realised that somehow it had fallen to the floor and smashed into pieces. My pretty crystal flower is no more. I am sad. Not only for the fact that I have lost a flower, but also, to realise that I can not share my loss with anyone. No-one saw the structure in all its glory, because I was too afraid to show it off; too worried that it would be seen as gloating; too concerned that it might seem like a simple sculpture was an subtle offering of something more substantial and too ashamed to admit that, although I appreciated the gift, I didn't want it to mean anything more than that.
On the jukebox: Sweet Female Attitude ~ Flowers
I want to sing this song for you
ReplyDeleteI want to lift your spirits high
And in my soul I want to feel
The beauty of the days gone by...