Wabi-Sabi and Me
- Sep 11, 2018
- 1 min read
About to embark on a hike on Friday, I began to apologize to my guide for the holes in my shoes from Brazil. I balanced on one foot to show him where my friend had sewn them back together again. He looked at me and said, and that is what makes them beautiful; the art of wabi-sabi. One of beauty that is "imperfect, impermanent, ". The acceptance of transience and imperfection ❤️ I couldn’t help but smile, look up to the sky and say, “thank you universe. For blessing me at this time in my life with Loving Kindness."
A metaphor for me and my life and story. focusing instead on the serenity that can come with time, when inevitable wear becomes a patina, and scars become signs of experience. wabi-sabi is hard-nosed and realistic: Nothing lasts, nothing is perfect. Accepting these hard facts opens the door to the realistic appreciation of a deeper beauty. I challenge each of you to find a single item from the back of a closet: a chipped vase, a faded piece of cloth. Look deeply for the minute details that give it character; explore it with your hands. You don’t have to understand why you’re drawn to it, but you do have to accept and LOVE it as it is.
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