Ask George Bailey. Life doesn't always go according to plan. In his case, nothing ever did, and he was tired of it. It took Clarence, his Guardian Angel, Second Class, to open his eyes. As Clarence explained,
"Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around, he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?"
|A wabi sabi ceramic dish made by my Japanese friend|
cradling Christmas ornaments on this grey December day.
Tomorrow it might be serving up something else.
I am reminded of my previous post, which touched on the wabi sabi concept of the Japanese. There is much beauty in imperfection, in the little accidents of life -- even the passage of time. We just need to see. And that chance post on wabi sabi and impromptu gatherings drew lovely comments - on and off blog - from you friends in, shall I call it, the eCloud. That must make you all a bunch of eAngels? (When I hear the bells, I'll know you've earned your wings.)
Ending scene from Frank Capra's "It's a Wonderful Life"
Here's to the Christmas season, and to how we touch each other in our little virtual world, even though many of us have never met in the real one.
Now I wonder, what is the real world anyway? ... Ah, I've been watching too many existentialist films, like "The Truman Show," recently. Excellent film, by the way. But that's another post.