Fracture

13 FEBRUARY, 2025

My husband, Tricky & I recently created separate office spaces for ourselves after sharing a combined office space for the past four years. He started a new job last month, one that is 100%-remote (no more commute!) and my meeting schedule has changed drastically, so we quickly realized that in order to maintain our sanity we needed to figure out a new work space situation.

When I requested Trick's help moving things around as we switched rooms, this etched selenite block ended up on the floor. "It's not sentimental", I assured him, but he remembered that I had picked it up during a trip to see family in another state. Despite the sentimentality of the surrounding event though, I had never felt like this piece of decor had ever founds a home; it cycled between sitting on a shelf or my desk and I hadn't quite decided what I really wanted to do with it. Seems like fate decided for me.t When I saw it in pieces, I didn't rush to throw it away. "It actually looks really pretty like that", I said - and I meant it. As soon as the opportunity arose I turned off the light, arranged the fragments, and grabbed my camera. Oddly enough, I feel more of a connection to the shattered object than I did when it was whole. Maybe that's because I wanted to try and assuage Tricky's guilt for breaking what he thought was a treasure of mine; but really, it's evidence to me that even in the Broken there is Beauty.