I glitter you!!!

This week for the first time I attempted to make homemade Christmas cards. It doesn’t sound like a huge accomplishment I know but for me to find time and still enjoy myself while not getting frustrated that what is happening on the page in front of me is nothing close to the image I have in my head, is nothing short of a miracle.

I wanted them fun…and so I decided to tiptoe into the world of glitter. I haven’t been there since around 2^nd grade. But nothing says festive like globs of glitter and so I took the plunge…. And it was just as horrifically messy as I remember.

It sticks to everything, and is uncontainable. It flies everywhere and crawls onto every surface and is easily swept away with a breeze. And the thing with glitter is…. It attacks you…. It is absolutely unforgiving and paws at you like a drunken man groping you at the bar and even after showers and repeated baths and new clothes three days later I still found remnants of it stuck to me.

What amazes me about the stuff is that it is so tiny but even one speck is still glittery, it doesn’t take a lot to realize what it is. When it catches the light it sparkles like Edward Cullen in a meadow and it transfers from humans easier than herpes. For the first day after working on the cards anyone that came within breathing distance inevitably found glitter on them also.

It’s been over a week and my carpet will never be the same…. But all of that was worth it because it took a flat ordinary card and some plain old paper into something wonderfully magical.

I was thinking about all of this on my drive into work because “Glitter in the Air” by Pink came on. It’s one of those songs that makes me melancholy and achy for some love….and I realized that love is a lot like that glitter.

When we tiptoe into its world or it tip toes into ours our lives are never the same.

It’s horrifically mess

And sticks to everything and is uncontainable

If flies everywhere and crawls onto ever surface that surrounds you when you have it

It gets carried away easily and attacks

It gropes and has its way into every place regardless of how hard you try to protect yourself.

And even after you try to clean yourself off and cleanse your life and room and heart of memories and shreds of existence…. You still find remnants that stick to you and don’t let go

Even the smallest shred is still visible as love and it doesn’t take a lot to realize what it is

And when it catches the light it’s breathtaking and cheesy

It transfers regardless of how far you reach… just brush up against someone on a day you are feeling supremely loved and they too suddenly feel that same love.

And like my carpet… my life will never be the same …. But it is all worth it because it takes a flat ordinary life and some plain old Rebecca and transforms both into something magical.

I don’t know if maybe the reason I attempted glitter for Christmas cards was because somewhere deep I am wishing I had love instead….

And maybe in some way putting that glitter on all those cards and sending them off to the people I love was some way of sharing the little bits of it still left inside of my soul…

But this morning as Pink asked me if I had ever thrown glitter in the air….

I smiled a little…. And said yes… because I have literally and not so literally… and I hope you do too.