Recently, I was reminiscing on the phone with a longtime friend with whom I’ve shared many of life’s ups and downs. Katie and I have been there for each other during moves, job changes, the deaths of our mothers, and the endings of relationships. Katie is a spiritual seeker like me, so we have great talks about life and how we see the world. We don’t always see eye to eye, but we respect each other’s perspective. Over the years, we’ve gotten to know each other so well that we call each other out on our “stuff,” and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But mostly, we laugh a lot and love each other deeply. 

We talked about one of the funniest moments we shared many years ago in Fort Lauderdale at a garage sale we cohosted. Katie and her partner at the time helped renovate the condo I purchased with my partner at the time. We carefully removed a large mirror from the half-bath, wrapped it in blankets, and transported it to their house for the garage sale. When the day came, people purchased a lot of crazy things at that garage sale, like a used toilet bowl brush and a gas grill that didn’t light, but no one bought that mirror! I didn’t understand because it was in great shape. Oh well.

After the garage sale, we rounded up all the items that did not sell to donate them to the nearby Salvation Army Store. Once again, we were extremely careful putting that mirror in the back of Katie’s truck so as not to chip or scratch it. A nice man greeted us at the donation dock behind the store and helped us unload. As Katie and I gingerly removed that mirror one last time, he told us to bring it to him at the edge of the dock. We handed it to him and he turned and tossed it unceremoniously into the dumpster behind him without saying a word. There was a loud crashing sound as Katie and I stood there with our mouths hanging open in disbelief. The mirror we so painstakingly kept from breaking was now shattered into a thousand pieces. That’s when the man told us they didn’t take mirrors. Once the initial shock wore off, we burst into laughter.

For weeks afterward, I left messages on their answering machine (that tells you how long ago it was) pretending to be Petunia Parthenon, an elderly mosaic artist looking for old mirrors to use in her artwork. Don’t ask me where I got that name or the accompanying voice. After Disney, I guess the performer in me needed an outlet, so that answering machine was home to an assortment of characters created for the sake of comedy. Truth be told, those characters probably entertained me more than they did her, but that was okay with me. As we laughed about this incident and this time in our lives, it occurred to me that it was kind of symbolic. When things seem to shatter, we have always been there for each other to help pick up the pieces and maybe even find a way to laugh about what happened. Like a mosaic artist, a good friend can help us put the pieces back together to make something beautiful. I’m grateful to Katie for being my Petunia Parthenon.

Are there pieces of your life that you would like to put back together in a new way to make something beautiful? That’s exactly what Family Constellations can do! Join me for my next Virtual Family Constellations workshop to experience this magical living mosaic for yourself. You can also visit my website for more information about this miraculous healing modality and to book a private session. If you have questions, simply send me an email. I would be honored to help you create something beautiful. 

Until next time, may you find ways to fit the pieces of your life together to create miracles. 

…when any situation arises which tempts you to become disturbed…say: 

“There is another way of looking at this.”

A Course in Miracles – WB.33.3:2

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