Friday, December 26, 2008

The mirror crack'd

This morning, while shaving in the shower, my mini round shaving mirror exited from my hand and smashed on the concrete floor. Boo hoo. I prized that little mirror, which I bought at least 15 years ago at Milan's finest knives and shaving products shop during one of many dozens of business trips there during the 1990s and 2000s.

I resisted the temptation to make too much out of this, finished shaving with the reflection from the remaining fragments, rinsed, dried off, and took the snap above as a final tribute to an old friend and faithful traveling companion. Creams and blades and deodorants will come and go but shaving mirrors shine forever-- until they crack. Maybe I will give it a final burial next week in Bali.

The metaphor of cracking, breaking, and healing speaks loudly to me here. Yep, you have to, as they say, crack the eggs to make the omelet. But today in SG, as I stroll through the lush and gorgeous botanical garden, it's been a morning of contemplation about what had to break and crack in me to get to where I am now, which is a life filled with gratitude.

Letting go of badly bruised and broken old ideas about career, friendships, values, and relationships has been the challenge of the last 5 years. Sometimes, these old arrangements are replaced with new ones, and sometimes not. In one very special case, I have learned that affairs of the heart can be reborn when I am willing to admit powerlessness over outcomes and to see the light through new refraction.

Change is a constant for me. Can I continue to embrace it, welcome it, walk through the door?

Now, about that mirror..... Maybe there's no message at all in its demise---just a reflection of my own butterfingered clumsiness. Yah, that's it ! :)

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