Today I'm doing some spring cleaning of my house - slightly late for Florida, but it's still cool enough in the mornings to have the windows open. Soon I will have to shut them and turn on the air but for now I'm happily cleaning and the smell of lemon polish and lavender floor cleaner waft through the open windows.
A shiny small object caught my eye as I mopped the guest bedroom tile. I leaned over to pick it up and discovered a piece of glass - leftover shrapnel from the thieves who busted a window with a crowbar to steal my sense of safety in my new home eighteen months ago. I managed to survive the aftermath of the violation and am only reminded by the shards of glass that must have sprayed everywhere when the robbers decided they needed my family heirloom jewelry and new laptop more than I needed it. I've stopped thinking about the theft every time I pull into my garage. I don't always put on the security system at night when I sleep. And I'm proud that I didn't allow my fear to overcome my sense of well being in my home. But every once in awhile I'll find another sharp piece of window and remember the world is often cruel and arbitrary, and I look around in awe that we can survive at all. We can survive because in between the madness of harsh reality, sparkles of beauty and magic come along to set the world right.
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