Shattered

It was dark. It was early, 5am to be exact, and I was standing in my bare feet with shattered glass all around me. I had turned off the bathroom light and in the process knocked my water glass onto the tile floor. I knew at that moment I was going to be ok. I knew I would pick up the pieces and carry on.

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For two days prior I wasn’t really functioning. I’d break down crying for no reason, I slept for hours at a time. I was in a cloud of sadness but with the sound of shattering glass knew that cloud had lifted. I simply said, “come on dogs, let’s go eat your breakfast.” and we went into the kitchen, they ate, I made coffee and grabbed the broom.

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These storms change communities. The people are like the broken glass, they get scattered all over and others come in to sweep up. To help. My friend Jay Marks said something to me that really stuck, he said, that I was spared, so I can serve.

I’ve managed to raise over $2000 so far to help people in the disaster zone. We are holding a fundraiser on Saturday and I have tons of shipments of supplies coming in too. I am amazed at the amount of love pouring in. We will help. We will make a difference, it may be small in comparison to the scope of the disaster but it has meaning, and we are just one pocket. What I have witnessed from my community is nothing short of amazing. They have rallied and it’s incredible to see. They have stopped their lives and gone to sweep up the shattered glass.

Artist, dreamer, lover of life. Former gym owner redefining me.