I have been doing the tidying up after finally completing the painting of the front hall. I had to trim around the edge of the glass in the door windows and then sweep up the scraped off bits of paint. As I was getting up off the floor, after having swept the debris into the dustpan, I somehow bumped the hall table and sent a vase tumbling to the floor.
I realise it is only a material object but I was upset as this vase meant much to me. I was chastising myself for being so careless then I thought, yes it is only a thing. But I couldn’t get rid of the thought that it was a special “thing”. I retrieved the pieces from the bin and will glue most of it back together and put it out in the garden with a plant tumbling out of it. Not ideal but at least I will still have it.