This short clip called
SILENT LOVE
(LIVE AND BE FREE song by, Tim McMorris)
really lets us know not just how
OUTRAGEOUSLY LOUD LOVE IS
but more importantly
A LANGUAGE we all speak
with no words ever needed
no ears necessary
no mouths speaking
to powerfully prove that when
L O V E
any kind of Love
is present
NOTHING ELSE EVER HAS TO BE
YES
CARING CATALYST ME
t h a t
so that every heart may not just know
LOVE
but share it
LOUDLY
without a word spoken
but known intimately
DON’T LOVE
There really is a guarantee. . .
It’s a lockdown
full proof
100% sealed shut case:
You will never hurt
You will never shed a tear
You will never have a sense of loss
You will never have a moment of sadness
And to get this full proof guarantee
it’s not what you have to do
it’s what you don’t have to do
and it really is this simple:
DON’T LOVE
Don’t commit
Don’t become vulnerable enough to share your innermost self
Don’t share ever with any expectation of any reward or gift in return
Don’t be available accessible and accountable. . .
And the guarantee is yours
you will not hurt
you will not grieve
you will not experience a sense of loss
you’ll never have saltiest of tears
All of this
and probably a lot more
just because you
DON’T LOVE
Deal?
Wanna shake on it?
Get an ironclad triple your moneyback guarantee
Just
DON’T LOVE
And you too
ladies and gentlemen
can have an
UNBREAKABLE HEART
It may not beat the same
but it won’t be broken,
either. . .
LIFE ITSELF
It’s the last scene from the movie and it’s packed with wisdom, emotion and lots of life lessons
. . .ALL WHICH MEAN NOTHING
unless they are not so much
SEEN
HEARD
or even EXPERIENCED
so much as intimately and intentionally
A P P L I E D
(c o n t i n u o u s l y)
The quick synopsis
will tell you the
movie is about
College sweethearts Will and Abby who fall in love, get married and prepare to bring their first child into the world. As their story unfolds in New York, fate links them to a group of people in Seville, Spain, including a troubled young woman, a man and his granddaughter, a wealthy landowner and a plantation manager.
and yes,
EVEN US. . .
It’s more than about
Love and Loss
Grief
Relationships
Winning and Losing
Coming’s and Going’s
so much as how
we are more
i n t e r c o n n e c t e d
than we
realize
recognize
acknowledge
but ever proving
IT’S NOT SO MUCH AS SMALL WORLD
AS A BIG LIVING ROOM
and my thread
or your thread
are a part of the of the a
T A P E S T R Y
we each belong. . .
WE ARE CHAPTERS
in the Book
that just doesn’t merely tell our Story
but allows it to be experienced
by those
not yet here
sharing that
LIFE ITSELF
is the only
ALL
there is and ever
will be. . .
KINTSUGIED
It’s not so much a question you want to have asked of you
AS ANSWERED:
Honestly:
ARE YOU BROKEN. . . ?
Shattered
Splattered
Splittered
Shredded
Shambled
Smashed
Shared
K I N T S U G I E D
Wait. . .
What is KINTSUGI ?
KINTSUGI is an ancient Japanese method of repairing broken porcelain that uses gold to fill the cracks. It kind of reminds me of the Leonard Cohen’s famous lyric, “there is a crack in everything and that is where the light comes in.” For some reason when I pictured being cracked up inside, I tended to feel a harsh wind coming in, not the light. YOU?
This method of restoring breakage with gold is called Kintsugi (also known as Kintsukuori) and translates as “golden joinery.” I did some quick research and discovered that Kintsugi is an outgrowth of the Japanese philosophy of Wabi-Sabi, which honors the beauty of imperfections.
The Kintsugi artisan uses gold or other precious metal mixed with epoxy to repair the broken piece. This method emphasizes, rather than hides, the breakage. The repaired piece is often considered even more beautiful than the original.
Kintsugi embraces the breakage as part of the object’s history, instead of something unacceptable to be hidden or thrown away. This is kind of the opposite of what we all have been taught. Haven’t we spend LIFETIMES learning that we are supposed to be perfect, and that we must hide any imperfections. This belief is imbedded in our culture: if something is broken, toss it out; if something is flawed, hide it.
Kintsugi is the perfect metaphor for how we might be able to find healing in a life that for a long time, often seems not only cracked, but broken apart—and, in a few places, shattered beyond recognition. . .
BUT WAIT. . .
IT CAN ACTUALLY NOT ONLY GET BETTER
BUT BE BETTER:
There are three types of Kintsugi repair. The first level is when all pieces are available and the cracks are filled with gold to restore the piece.
The next level is when small pieces are missing. Those areas are completely filled with gold:
Last, when large areas of the piece are missing or shattered beyond repair, the artisan will take fragments from unrelated pieces to create a patchwork design. This is the one I identify with the most:
Below are some of my GO TO POEMS and quotes that have brought me a CALMING COMPLETEDNESS
along with an ongoing Kintsugi
that’s more a part of us
than we’ve ever been able to notice. . .
The Guest House by Rumi
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
—Copyright 1997 by Coleman Barks. All rights reserved.
From The Illuminated Rumi.
Love your crooked neighbor
With all your crooked heart.
—W.H. Auden
The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe me!”
Look what happens
with a love like that—
It lights the whole sky.
—Hafiz
Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver
Otherwise
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
—Jane Kenyon
Quotes:
You may not find a cure, but you can still receive healing.
—Michael Lerner, Co-founder of Commonweal Cancer Help Center, Bolinas, California
It does not really matter what we expect from life, but rather what life expects from us. We are being questioned by life, hourly, daily, moment by moment. Our answer—to respond with right action and right conduct.Life ultimately means, taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems, and to fulfill the tasks which are constantly set for each individual.
—Viktor Frankl
Viktor Frankl taught that everything can be taken from us but one thing—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances. We cannot change these circumstances of being human, (pain, illness, loss and death)but we can change our minds and thoughts.
There is no enemy. We have stopped fighting anything and anybody.
The Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous
Be kind whenever possible.
It’s always possible.
—Dalai Lama
. . .and finally my humble offering, A LEAKY VESSEL
More than nicked up
scratched
cracked
I’m a leaky vessel
often just
dripping some goodness
secreting badness
each step on my Way
for some other
Traveler of the Path
to be quenched
moistened
along their Way
as they, too
d r i b b l e
on. . .
Y E S
We’ve all felt like a cheap confetti
all cut up
not all together
blowing away forever in the wind
never to be
never to feel
connected
completed again
until we get
K I N T S U G I E D
A GOLDEN JOINERY AWAITS US ALL
. . .are you ready?
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
you don’t have to be. . .
it’s happening, anyway;
Why not recognize it
. . .be a part of
I T