My deepest desire was to be a 'bowl' that was without breaks. I saw that as 'whole' and so I tried for most of my life to hide my imperfections, brokenness and pretend I wasn't broken.It was painful and because I was/am broken and I could never, no matter how hard I tried, unbreak the bowl. When I saw the beauty of the mended bowls I felt my heart open. I felt a deep love and compassion arise as I looked deeply at the beauty created from the breaks. They were so interesting and I loved them.
Sue Cochrane, a beloved being, had written a piece on Kintsugi before she died. She had three examples in her story. One with a simple break filled with gold, another with a small piece missing with gold filling in the gap and a third with big pieces of the original bowl gone altogether. The third bowl had to have the gold plus other pieces of random china put in to fill the space. That is the one I most relate to. And interestingly enough, the one I find most beautiful.........
Kintsugireminds me thatI'm ok. I'm enough. And that beautyis present even in the midst of great loss. It helps me to 'own' my bowl and love it. That has translated into loving the life I have had and owning the breaks and losses more openly and truthfully.
Peace, light and gratitude
On Nov 25, 2021Gururaj wrote :
'Own' my (broken, fragile, imperfect) bowl.
That's a fine evocative way of putting it. And is'nt that force in you which has emerged to 'own' all that - the gold itself ?