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Chipped and dented

2/5/2019

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It had been a long, tiring trip and a welcoming hug and a cup of tea was just what I needed. I hadn’t seen my friend for a long time and there was lots of catching up to do but I was itching to explore the garden. It was a vast, north-facing space, filled with things I’ve always dreamed of growing … three huge orange trees heavy with fruit, quince, fig, olive and apricot trees, a veggie patch and a rose garden. Climbing roses framed the front of the house and the fragrance of lavender and rosemary hung on the air, as I brushed passed.
 
I was totally entranced and barely conscious of my friend’s apologies for the weeds and the neglected corners, for all the work that needed doing and the unfinished projects.
 
It struck me as we returned to the house that we’d both walked the same path, seen the same garden, but with very different eyes. We all do that don’t we, view things through the lens of shame. We are far more conscious of the dust on the shelf than the way the light shines through the window and highlights the beauty of the books.
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Shame robs me of so much joy. It points the finger at all my failings and blinds me to the good and the beautiful. It crouches in the untidy corners and much-in-need-of-cleaning windows that I suddenly see with magnified clarity when I know guests are coming. It has me rushing around tidying and scrubbing, not wanting anyone to think me messy or even worse, lazy!  
 
The irony of it all is that shame is our judgement of ourselves. When I have the courage to welcome my friends into whatever muddle might be around me at the time, they don’t seem to even notice the dust on the shelf or the untidy corners, in fact its quite the opposite. Sometimes I get to glimpse my house or garden through someone else’s eyes and it always takes me by surprise. There’s that wonderful warm feeling of “Wow! I hadn’t seen it like that”. I’ve been so busy noticing all I haven’t done that I’ve totally missed enjoying what I have achieved.  Somehow their way of seeing clears my vision too.

I can look beyond the dust and enjoy all that I have with new appreciation and fresh gratitude. I’ve spent a good deal of my life chasing perfection and the latter part of my life realising it doesn’t exist, that we are all a little chipped and dented in a gloriously humbling sort of way … that of shared humanity … the universality of imperfection.
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I still love order and organised spaces but I don’t feel pressured by them any more. Now I take time to read the books on the coffee table and weep as I read the inscription in one, “My dear friend, you are to God and to me the aroma of Christ… the fragrance of life.” 2 Cor 2:15,16. I weep as I realise that someone glimpses something in me that I cannot see in myself, that God is answering my prayers. I weep that I could have missed that moment if I’d been too busy tidying the coffee table to take time to read the book.

How many of those glimpses of beauty and wonder have I already missed?
Every day I’m surrounded by them …  sunrises and sunsets, the fragrance of a single gardenia on my windowsill, treasures that remind me of the giver and their love, and that ray of sunlight on my favourite books. I don’t want to miss any of them.  I want to choose friendship over tidiness. I want to invite people into my life without excuses and most of all I want to make space in every day to notice and capture the glimpses of sheer joy around me and I want to be able to value the chips and dents that have made me who I am.
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Peter Stanton
2/4/2019 06:17:51 pm

Through a veil of tears I remember such a garden...but I take on board your words"I want to make space in every day to notice and capture the glimpses of sheer joy around me and I want to be able to value the chips and dents that have made me who I am":and chips and dents there are many but with thanks.

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    ​I'm a mother and grandmother who loves  discovering beauty in unexpected places.

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