Glass bangles really fascinated me. During the seventies wearing glass bangles was a rage. I possessed quite a few reds, greens, blues, yellows, including some with gold and silver patterns, and had most of the colours to match my dresses. Each colour may have signified a certain energy but I loved the little tinkling sound they made especially when worn on both hands.
Unfortunately the fragile beauty of these pretty bangles was not long-lasting.
The broken pieces of glass when collected and put into a kaleidoscope can create magical patterns. The anguish of the broken bits is turned to delight. One is awestruck with the beautiful dazzle that never ceases as one slowly turns the little tube holder. As kids we all enjoyed this invention which brought smiles to our faces.
Similarly, being able to pick up broken pieces of our life situations helps build something new and stronger.
These patterns which I created doodling just reminded me of the kaleidoscope.
Beautiful patterns and profound wisdom, Yasmeen! Good to see you back here, after so long!
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