The first image that popped up in my head was this:
You’ve just created the most wondrous egg dish. Your plate looks like a masterpiece. Everything’s piping hot. Sunshine is streaming through the windows. If a professional photographer was on hand, they’d probably pay you to take your picture. You take the first bite–splendid. You take the second bite–
–CRUNCH! (because in your head, it sounds that loud)
Eggshell!
That tiny itty bitty piece of grit managed to escape your watchful eye and disrupt your food experience. How annoying. How disappointing. The atmosphere is no longer the same.
Grit is just that. Minute, miniscule and most times, seemingly invisible. Yet, should you feel it, taste it, experience it? Not so small. Grit manages to slip into things undetected. No sieve really catches grit.
Pearls come from grit. One grain of sand combines with another and another… Soon, so many grains have teamed up and are forming to become something so precious. People pay big money for pearls. The Bible tells of one who sold everything he had in order to purchase one valuable pearl.
Bad dreams, nightmares, horrendous experiences can be devastating in the moment. The scars they leave on our lives are a reminder are like grit. Yet all these pieces of grit, these remnants of things gone bad come together and something beautiful is formed from the ugly.
