“Brooms should never be stood on the bristles, as in time this will result in the bristles getting crushed.If this has happened, they may be restored …The other day I saw someone in a shop attempting to herd some litter using a broom with completely flat bristles. There is a simple pleasure in the process of restoration. It is like turning back time. Steaming over a kettle needs precaution and care but can remove the need to replace ….”

Restoring a Crushed Broom:

Made up of a series of fibres, some physical other in our consciousness, woven together.

We start empty and clean, smooth, and strong ready to receive, to work and play, support and absorb, forming and transforming as we go. Held in our hands and at the hands of others we are used and sometimes abused, as we swirl and sweep our way through life picking up the fluff and stuff of everydayness. The extraordinary of the exceptional we find makes for the remarkable which can take its toll, and with that we need to lean on the incredible.

In times of quiet. A peace with an unknown. A corner in the sunlight, still. Silent we rest. Left.

Bristles bright, becoming brittle. Accidentally lent on, abandoned, only to be found when times are tough. When life’s not so pretty or clean, when the dirt is dark and deep. We hit the floor hard but maybe without care. Too much pressure unable to gather, the gaps appear missing the dust when we hurry past too fast to see the destruction. The frustration that the ability to stand alone has gone. Overused and upended, the realisation that the fibres which made us stand tall are unwoven and weak, the fluff of yesterday stuck, not shaken off. Fragile, damaged, we despair.

We crave repair and the stubbornness finds a spark which will ignite and start the burn, which in turn, sets fire to the frustration. Transforming all that weighs us down into steam, rising it cleans. Carrying away the grot and unwantedness up though our consciousness, stripping back all the excesses, leaving only the pure so that we can restore.

Regenerating so that we can resume, not new but used. Stronger with knowledge of what fuels us, the joys which lift us, the souls and hearts which fill us with love and lightness, that opens our eyes and make us sparkles so bright, so alive.

We find the extraordinary of the exceptional has made us remarkable and we are incredible.