Yesterday, I was talking about the caregiving of objects passed down through time. The next day, while vacuuming, my backside brushed against the armoire that holds our dishes. I heard a small rattle, nothing that seemed serious. I walked into the kitchen, and then I heard the crash.
At first, I thought the armoire itself had fallen. I didn’t dare turn around. When I did, I saw a stack of broken dishes on the floor.
Some were very old. One was valuable. And just like that, they were gone.
Nothing serious, no one hurt—only a reminder of how fragile things are and how easily they can be lost. It’s a lesson in care: how we move through space, how close we are to what matters, and how mindfulness extends beyond objects to the people around us.
Leave a Reply