Kintsugi (Japanese: golden joinery) or Kintsukuroi (Japanese: golden repair) is the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with a lacquer resin sprinkled with powdered gold. Kintsugi may have originated when shogun Ashikaga Yoshimasa sent a damaged Chinese tea bowl back to China for repairs in the late 15th century. When it was returned repaired with ugly metal staples, it may have prompted Japanese craftsmen to look for a more aesthetic means of repair. Collectors became so enamored of the new art that some were accused of deliberately smashing valuable pottery so it could be repaired with the gold seams of kintsugi. Kintsugi became closely associated with the ceramic utensils used for Japanese tea ceremony.
– from Wikipedia
I can find this for myself.
When parts of me – the confused and wounded ones – are met with understanding and love, there is a natural appreciation for these parts. They are beautiful. At first, they appeared wrong, unfortunate, a problem, broken, and then they are revealed as innocent, as love, and met with love and appreciation. They are even more beautiful to me than if they had never been broken.
Something similar happens through inquiry. Something appears as a problem, it appears broken, and through inquiry it’s revealed as something quite different. It reveals itself as innocent, as love, as presence. Through this inquiry, it’s explored in more depth than what I otherwise may have. It’s even more beautiful than if it never had appeared broken.
In a very ordinary sense, I see that my wounds and problems is an invitation for me to mature and grow, and my life becomes more beautiful through it. It’s humbling in a very good way. It helps me see that I am very human. It helps me find in myself what I see in anyone else, no matter who they are. It’s a beauty that comes from finding me humbled and ordinary, recognizing the extraordinary in how it’s all set up, and the grace in recognizing and living this.
I can find where it’s all neutral. I understand if someone says it would have been better if it was never broken.
And I can also find how it’s even more beautiful now, after it appeared broken and then revealed itself as something else.