Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Living Wabi Sabi
I am cracked in so many ways, tiny fissures, veins, rivers ripping through me. And each crevasse, cranny, chink, and chip I've filled with solid gold. I am so broken, so shattered that I light up my world. I have so often ruptured and so often repaired that I am now stronger than any never broken thing. And there is nothing just like me in the world. And there is nothing just like you.