“In Japan, kintsugi is the art of filling cracks with gold; because it’s believed that the cracks and wear of life make things more beautiful, not less. As wise as this is, I believe it’s not filling the cracks, but entering the cracks that reveals the gold. We carry what matters inside and experience waters that seed until the soul sprouts through our cracks into the world.
“And one day, against all odds, when no one is looking, we drop what we’re carrying—alarmed as it falls, afraid we will lose it, pained by how much it cost. Sometimes, whatever it is—a dream we’re close to living, an injustice almost resolved, a cracked sense of worth filled with the gold of our choosing—sometimes, whatever it is breaks like an egg on the floor. And we watch the yolk of something we care for run its bright colors into everything. I don’t know
how to say it or explain it, but this is the journey: not the race we make of things, or the filling of cracks with gold, but how the bright colors run into everything.”
Excerpt from The Endless Practice
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KINTSUGI~~ I have blogged about this before on a couple of different situations; it’s a beautiful art and it’s an even more awesome concept, but it’s one of the most difficult things to wrap your head around–this brokenness that is a part of us all. It seems just when we think we’ve healed, we realize that there are still some missing pieces and when we want to glue them back together again, even with the golden bonds of love, we fight it and fall all Humpty-Dumpty-like as if we can never be put back together again. Guess what? WE CAN’T, and that’s the good news, isn’t it?
Humanity at its best is always recognizing that we are all just a bunch of broken pieces trying to come together again and when we are at our best, we realize that the brokenness in me is the brokenness in you and the missing pieces we already possess. It’s just a matter of bonding them up again with that golden glue that just doesn’t make us better but more complete. . .
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssst. . .
None of the Kings men or their horses necessary