From the title of my book, The Clay GirI, one might safely assume I have a thing for pottery.
I admire perfect creations, but it’s the wonky, dented, fissured pieces that I find most alluring. I love the ‘wabi sabi’ pots: imperfect, impermanent and incomplete.
I have the same affinity for people. I find the scarred, off-kilter ones the most beautiful. Maybe it’s because they fill in all their cracks with compassion and joy.
Footage’ of Sarah and me playing in the red clay at the Hopewell Rocks.
Wasn’t Wabi Sabi Tonto’s name for the Lone Ranger?
I believe that was kemosabe. Hi ho, Silver, away!
The scarred, off-kilter ones are so much more interesting to me too.
They hold so many compelling stories, don’t they.
Oh the beauty to be found in the “cracked pots” in our lives. The broken places are pure gold indeed.
You are one of my favourite cracked-pots:)
I don’t think I’ve ever seen that used as a compliment before. You know you have a special relationship when.
“Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That’s how light gets in.” Leonard Cohen.
I wonder how far I can stretch your commenting software’s threading abilities?
Definitely! I just have never heard crackpots used in such a loving and supportive context before. Not that the two of you aren’t on my list of favourite crackpots. You are. It’s just new.
Oh! Cracked pots! … oops.
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