Kintsuge. Wabi-sabe. Both of which I've considered (and not yet eliminated) for knuckle tattoos. I love the concept. And I love your writing and if this is what's being produced with a broken brain (your words) I cannot even imagine the beauty that came before. Your words are poetry and paintings and colors and Mom found the love of her life when she was 79. It's never too late.
Loved this: “It’s lovely that they’re for something and not against anything or lying or scamming or raising tariffs or deporting people or dismantling democracies.” I will never look at my cutlery the same way because you’re right. ❤️
Are you positive it isn’t between Iraq and a hard place? I feel like it might be and I absolutely adore you. I don’t think your brain is broken, I think it’s broken open ✨
Your writing is magnetic. Broken brain or not, you haven't lost the ability to find the right words and to convey the emotions attached to those words. I don't know if your brain will ever be perfect again. But even if it isn't you have great skill as you are. Don't give up - ever.
How beautiful the way the Japanese respond to brokenness. I will hold on to this, share it, and strive to respond in kind. Thank you for bringing this my way today. Needed and I’m grateful. 💛
Kintsuge. Wabi-sabe. Both of which I've considered (and not yet eliminated) for knuckle tattoos. I love the concept. And I love your writing and if this is what's being produced with a broken brain (your words) I cannot even imagine the beauty that came before. Your words are poetry and paintings and colors and Mom found the love of her life when she was 79. It's never too late.
You really are fantastic!!! Keep on keeping on, please.
Yes, your mended mind is beautiful. I hope it wins the World's Beauty Contest. I'm voting for it.
When something is broken, it is filled with gold because it becomes more beautiful.
I love your writing. It made me hungry for lunch.
Loved this: “It’s lovely that they’re for something and not against anything or lying or scamming or raising tariffs or deporting people or dismantling democracies.” I will never look at my cutlery the same way because you’re right. ❤️
I am deeply grateful to you for your comment. Thank you
Are you positive it isn’t between Iraq and a hard place? I feel like it might be and I absolutely adore you. I don’t think your brain is broken, I think it’s broken open ✨
I hope I get to meet you. Thank you so much for your words.
I hope so, too, Judith, I’d love that❤️
Things that are for something, with all the against these days, are indeed lovely. As is this post. 💕
Another beautiful essay. A river of gold runs through it.
Xoxo
Lovely. And poignant.
This is another beautifully written piece by you. I aim to always see breakfast that way too.
Xoxo
Your writing is magnetic. Broken brain or not, you haven't lost the ability to find the right words and to convey the emotions attached to those words. I don't know if your brain will ever be perfect again. But even if it isn't you have great skill as you are. Don't give up - ever.
How beautiful the way the Japanese respond to brokenness. I will hold on to this, share it, and strive to respond in kind. Thank you for bringing this my way today. Needed and I’m grateful. 💛
Thank you for your readership. Deep bow.
Your writing is poignant, and so very expressive, Judith.
I’m not too fond of gold. I wonder if it could be mended with silver.
I suppose whatever the one who repairs and honors the item considers beautiful.
This is just beautiful writing. Thank you for sharing your story and for being you.