Grace is hosting Haibum Monday, and
gives us to think about Kintsugi, the
ancient Japanese art of making something
beautiful from something broken.
Submitted to dVerse
May 30, 2017
I grew up with the Queen of Kintsugi and didn’t know it! Mother
broadened the art to include anything worn, torn, bent or broken.
Almost anything in my life as a child had begun as something else.
My clothes were made from the print fabric feed sacks which had
contained the grain mix for the chickens, and those that were plain
white were turned into dish towels. Worn clothing was cut into pieces
and turned into quilts. Heavy woolens were cut into pieces and
turned into heavy “comforters” for winter bed covers. My father’s
worn overalls were cut into pieces and made into coverlets that we
used to spread under the shade tree for lounging in the shade and
reading in summertime. Small pieces of fabric were torn into strips
and used to make rag rugs.
Mother’s talents extended to hammer and saw. An old window
became the hinged cover for her hand-made hot bed for starting
plants for her garden. Wood pieces from an old shed were turned
into a doghouse, and plant stands. A defunct radio cabinet was
turned into a small sideboard. Broken dishes or leaky pans were
turned into flower containers. It seemed nothing was ever truly
broken, simply headed toward a new beginning … perhaps a good
lesson to apply to life itself.
Thunder in distance
harbinger of coming rain
riding tumbling clouds