MadeOfGlass

Delicate and fragile or beautiful and resilient...

What do you think when you think of things “MadeOfGlass”?

 Does your mind trail off to “fragile stem ware” and “broken shards”? Or does it travel to reflective surfaces or exquisite, intricate pieces of art, which pull you deep inside its being and you find yourself lost within its pull and beauty?

I tend to “get lost”. Not that it is the “wrong thing” or even a “right thing”. It just is. Like a deep pool pulling one deeper into its womb, drawing one to a place where breath is dangerous, yet vital.

I have been accused of being a “romantic” at heart. I am not sure what that means. If it means I tend to looks for deep warm pools and languish in the reflective world of glass, then maybe I am. For “glass” takes all shapes and forms.

Its beauty comes not only from its form but also from its color and its ability to withstand heat. Forged from heat, it transforms into not only something functional but something beautiful as well. It is truly a “renewable resource”.

From a jar holding Cleopatra’s “asp”...  a vile holding the poison of a pact made from forlorn love… to the crystal carafe reflecting the hue of a well kept burgundy.   Its function, its form, its essence is truly remarkable and for that, I am truly grateful…

I think things MadeOfGlass are precious and should be held close, not to smother but to appreciate. Held too tightly... Well, you get the point…. Even beautiful things can make you bleed… 

Until later, this reservation recluse is not going to “blow glass” but I will appreciate it with “three fingers” of 14 year old scotch or a “shot” of good tequila”….

 As always, it is all in choices… and yes, the “beverage” is better sipped out of the “right” container… Then again, the container has merits all of its own… MadeOfGlass, go figure…

I have made mine.. Now go make yours….  Resilient or fragile...  The choice is yours...