Life Is Like A Snow Globe

It’s been a few clicks since I last penned or posted anything. Needless to say, I doubt I have missed much.?

Here is the thing. I haven’t stopped writing. In a sense at least.?

I have been putting prose down in my head. Snippets here and phrases there, but sitting stationary for longer than a beer getting warm holds no interest.?

Pain and anger have been keeping me from typing.?

And that is what I am trying to figure out.?

What am I angry about?

Off the cuff, I could spew off some shoulda, woulda, coulda scenarios, but none of it is relevant.?

I am angry for something I can’t read myself out of.

I want to be clever. I want some profound wisdom to emerge from the fog I am moving through. I am trying to articulate the feeling of drowning on dry land.

What I zeroed in on is that life is more like a snow globe on an old dusty shelf.

It sits there. No fingertips on the glass.? A city block, a countryside, a landscape in waiting, submerged in water.?

Sitting on a shelf encased in a reality that seems pretty on the outside, but once life shakes it up, snowflakes fall in chaos. Life instantly caught up in a blizzard.?

And if you are strong enough for that sudden change, you can see all the beauty when the specs of white float down to a new place to cover.?

Up until this point, I didn’t mind the dust. The snow globe sits in the curio cabinet. No one touched the glass, and I took comfort in what I could control.?

Now, life has decided to show me the collateral beauty of what shaking up a snow globe will do.?

And the anger comes from wanting to be taught this lesson another way.?

I read somewhere that pain and loss are a kind of blessing. A gift covered in thorns. A shard of glass. A snow globe was taken off the shelf and shaken.

From all that I am experiencing, I can’t help but begrudgingly agree.?

Beauty comes from not only a petal, or the warmth on your face, or a hug, but also from the sorrow of knowing that love comes in waves like on a beach.?

Because the gift of love and loss are snowflakes that swirl in the snow globe of your life.?

The true gift of pain is realizing that no matter what you are experiencing, life has a funny way of making the most devastating of losses pale in comparison to the love that surrounds us.?

A soft white snow that blanketed the world.?

There is a certain peace in grief. A blessing of the opportunity to have loved and lost.?

And that is what the snow globe represents. A snowstorm that once complete, is magical, quiet, and peaceful. A representation that life gets shaken up, but the beauty of love will always be there.?

That pain is a blessing. That pain is a gift. Even if it is covered in thorns and feels like a piece of glass because the chaos of the storm shall pass and the snow will stop..?

The beauty of it has always been there. It’s just in that moment when life shakes everything up, we focus on the snow instead.??

The anger and pain will subside. The loss of a loved one is a part of the snow globe. The most devastating of shakes.

Yet in those moments just watch. Watch how life can still be as beautiful when the white specs fall back down.