New Pane Springs Hope

Copyright © Stacy Lytwyn Maxwell 2024

A few weeks ago, I wrote a blog post about the shattered mirrored back of our small china cabinet and how Francisco, our trusty handyman, came to the rescue with a quiet efficiency and a kind smile.

He whisked away the debris, and last week returned with a brand-new pane of glass. After he fitted it into the cabinet’s frame and stepped back, sunlight streamed through the living room window, painting a vibrant rectangle across the wood floor and glimmering on the new, freshly cleaned mirror in the china cabinet.

Francisco and I both exchanged a smile before he packed up his things and left for the day. I wanted so much to believe that like the new pane, our lives too had the capacity for renewal. Of course, unlike the mirror, I couldn’t replace my personal cracks and chips or the inevitable wear and tear, but did the flaws erase the inherent beauty? Or did they add a layer of character, a testament to the full-life lived? Was I, I wondered, a  human version of Kintsugi – the Japanese art of mending broken pottery with gold.

In that moment, I felt a shift. Perhaps it was the undeniable symbolism – the brokenness replaced by something whole and new – something solid like gold. Perhaps it was the inherent optimism of spring, a season that whispers promises of renewal. After the quiet slumber of winter, those first few hyacinths were already poking out from the ground in my backyard while the robins ribboned around our premises, dancing in their warm orange coats.

A surge of wishful thinking swept over me. Briefly, I donned the familiar rose-colored glasses, picturing the year ahead.  Perhaps the persistent bad luck plaguing our house would finally dissipate, carried away by a spring breeze. Perhaps sunshine would outnumber the storms. But even with that hopeful vision, fragments of doubt remained. Still, the point was to hold onto faith, a force both internal and external, that could guide me through life’s uncontrollable twists and turns.

So, as I stood there, facing down another battle with depression and PTSD, I chose hope. Hope that transcends the cycle of good luck and bad, setbacks and triumphs. I chose moxie too. After all, isn’t that the spirit of spring? A belief that even after the harshest winter, new life, new beginnings, and a whole lot of sparkle await me. 

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Beyond the Broken Reflection

Copyright © Stacy Lytwyn Maxwell 2024

We’ve all heard that broken mirrors bring bad luck. Seven years to be exact. Well, six years ago, a stray mattress shattered the mirrored back of our small china cabinet. I shrugged it off at the time, preoccupied with other matters.

A few months ago, my dear friend Michelle recommended a wonderful handyman. Recently, while he was working on some odd jobs, our conversation turned to the china cabinet’s broken mirrored back.

“My wife won’t allow any broken mirrors in our house,” he said, his voice heavy with an unspoken worry. His words clung to the air, making the shattered reflection before me appear ominous. The cracks seemed to mirror the fractures in my own life, the hardships I’d endured, and the raw pain of our family’s tragedy.

Even though I was raised in a superstitious family, I didn’t really believe a piece of glass held any power over my circumstances. Fortunately, I do have a little more faith than that — but just in case — I didn’t want to take any chances.

“Maybe the broken mirror brought the bad luck into the house! I want it out as soon as possible!”

A few weeks later as the mirror came out, there was such a lightness in its place. I felt this sense of renewal – not in a superstitious “now things will be perfect” sort of way, Instead, it felt like a chapter had closed and getting rid of the broken mirror felt incredibly liberating.

During a conversation with Michelle, she mentioned something a friend, who had recently retired from the corporate world, had shared: “Hope is not a strategy.”

The wisdom resonated with me. I realized that removing the broken mirror was the true strategy. In doing so, I found hope. Perhaps the real power lies not in the shattered glass itself, but in the courage to choose change and embrace hope.

We all hold on to things, physically and otherwise, that no longer serve us. Whether it’s an old teacup with a stain, an item of clothing with a tear, or even a situation or person we can’t seem to move on from… sometimes letting go is the most cleansing and rejuvenating action we can take.

What are you holding onto that it may be time to release?

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Starry ⭐ Night Greetings

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Finding Faith and Empowerment in the December Night Sky

No matter where you live or what traditions you hold dear, I invite you to take a special moment this Monday, December 25th, when many celebrate Christmas, to simply observe the vastness of the night sky.

Above, twinkling like diamonds scattered on black velvet, are countless stars. Each one, a testament to the incredible power and mystery of the universe. Some, long extinguished and no longer with us, yet their light continues to shine. Their existence reminds us that even in the face of death, something beautiful and enduring can remain.

As you ponder the celestial dance above, allow your mind to wander beyond the limitations of our earthly existence. Imagine the countless galaxies and planets swirling through the cosmic void, each harboring untold stories and unfathomable wonders. In this vastness, we can find not only a sense of humility, but also an exhilarating sense of possibility.

So, under the watchful gaze of the night sky, take a moment to reflect, to marvel, and to find strength and inspiration for the journey ahead.

This Monday, let the stars inspire you to believe in the impossible, to dream bigger, and to reach for the light of faith.

Even when doubt whispers and darkness looms, remember your own light within you. The smallest spark can ignite a fire like the loneliest star that can guide a ship to shore. Dim or bright, unearth your light, and let it rise. Be the beacon that guides your own journey, and in doing so, illuminates the way for others lost in a starless night.

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Power of Pietas

Recently while walking in my neighborhood, I passed two coupon mailers scattered on the side of the road that I surmised had slipped from the weekly recycling pick-up load.

I impulsively passed right by them. A few moments later, I remembered how many times I, a former Cubmaster, volunteered to pick up trash with our Cub Scout troop at a local park.

Concurrently, I heard my mom’s thick accent, “See garbage; pick up!”

From a young age, I remember my mom picking up any piece of trash she saw on the sidewalk or in the street, whether it was a candy wrapper, piece of yarn, old shoe sole, or whatever else was discarded. She would purposefully dispose of it in a nearby receptacle, taking it upon herself to keep our planet clean.

Most times when she was on “trash duty,” she’d scold me as if I were the culprit who dumped the garbage.

“Dirty pig!” she’d shout.

Okay, ma! Okay! I said out loud during my walk, my voice thick with guilt, unable to erase the memories.

I performed a U-turn and picked up the two scraps of paper, brought them home and disposed of them.

I am fortunate to have neighbors who are responsible and clean up after themselves. However, this is not the case in all areas. I was recently shocked to see piles of old garbage, including Styrofoam, old tires, and whiskey bottles, behind a strip mall. This saddened me because I believe that people who do not clean up after themselves are not mentally “clean,” and their messiness inside themselves is simply reflected on the outside.

I once knew a therapist who worked at a hospital for the criminally insane. She told me that the first indication that a patient was getting better was that he or she had started taking care of their hygiene and cleaning their environment. This is because taking care of oneself is a sign of self-respect, and self-respect is essential for making positive changes in one’s life.

Additionally, a business owner once told me that he would meet prospective employees in the parking lot before bringing them inside his office to interview them. He wasn’t looking for a perfect car, but he was looking for someone who took care of their belongings. He believed that if someone couldn’t take care of their own car, they were unlikely to take care of their job duties either.

I think both of these stories illustrate the importance of taking responsibility for our actions and our environment, both big and small. Our character is not defined by our worst moments, but by the choices we make every day.

Viktor E. Frankl, Austrian psychiatrist, Holocaust survivor and author of Man’s Search for Meaning, wrote, “Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.”

This quote brings us back to the harsh reality: If we want to live a meaningful life, we must take responsibility for our actions and for the world around us.

I also thought about how pietas, a Roman virtue that is often translated as “piety,” has a broader meaning than religious devotion. It can also be translated as “responsibility,” “sense of duty,” “loyalty,” “tenderness,” “goodness,” “pity,” “compassion,” “kindness,” “dutiful conduct” and “devotion.”

In ancient Rome, pietas was considered to be one of the most important virtues. It was a virtue that was expected of all citizens, regardless of their social status or religious beliefs. Pietas was seen as the foundation of a strong and healthy society.

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I believe that pietas is still a relevant virtue today. We may not worship the same gods and goddesses as the ancient Romans, but we still have a responsibility to our fellow human beings and to our planet. By expressing pietas in our own lives, we can make the world a better place. We, too, can find meaning and purpose in our own lives.

In the end, what defines us is not how much we preach about faith, but how willing we are to bend down and pick up and throw away a stranger’s Mounds Chocolate Bar wrapper.

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