The Pots
Sometime after Tyler died there came a day when I was finally able to communicate with a friend how I felt. I told her I felt like a shattered ceramic pot. (vase, cistern, etc) All that I knew to be true wasn’t true anymore and the broken pieces were just lying on the ground. BUT I knew that my pot would gradually be put back together again and that was and is my hope! I told her the broken pieces were all I could see and how the pieces would ever come together again to look like a pot was beyond my ability
I also knew there was a Japanese artform called Kintsugi (look it up for some beautiful pictures). This is an ancient art where pottery was put back together with veins of gold, making the broken beautiful. Something shattered being turned into something precious ….or rather brokenness and beauty coexisting speaks to my soul.