… the quality of being broken, damaged, delicate, vulnerable, wounded, weak.
So many want to live in a world that is healthy and durable and strong
So many want to be perceived and perceive themselves as healthy, durable and strong
But life *is* fragile
… COVID19 is real and killing people
… weather changes in weather are causing breathing to be compromised, homes to be damaged,
people/animals/crops to be injured/killed
… children are shot in their classrooms, on the streets, in their grandparents’ back yards
People aren’t listening.
Feelings are hurt.
Misunderstandings are happening.
Relationships are ending.
The voice of reason is silenced by
greed, ambition, desire for personal power, egotism.
Democracy begins to fade.
Grief causes hearts to break
Fragility can be seen in another way:
a metaphor for
The heart pumps blood through the body
every moment and every day of life.
Hearts are strong and resilient.
We are, too.
Eggshells are fragile and easily broken
but put a raw egg in its shell in the palm of a hand, and squeeze.
It cannot be broken.
Eggshells are strong under compression.
We are, too
This I-don’t-know-what-it-is (less than an inch in circumference) object
appeared while I was weeding
… so delicate
… so strong
… so tiny
… so beautiful and like spun-gold
Out of fragility
… there is hope
as evidenced by the egg, the heart, this spun-gold-I-don’t-know-what-it-is.
Photo & Text © June Maffin