The wabi sabi bowl |
When I stumbled upon those words I just loved them. I took pleasure in saying them. I felt I'd found a concept that celebrates something that I love and have few words for. It seems a perfect match for simple living.
Last night I made the bowl in the photo - my wabi sabi bowl. Absolutely imperfect, impermanent and incomplete - made from free dried grass and old clothes. Something in me thrilled at its creation.
I placed it on our sparse chest of drawers, and it became an offering and a prayer.
That's quite beautiful for something imperfect. I guess that's the lesson, isn't it? xx
ReplyDeleteYep - it is my friend. A x
ReplyDeleteEmbracing imperfection and seeing the touch of the human hand.
ReplyDeleteI love that bowl.
Wimmera, my friend. I smile every time I see your name in my email inbox (which is where your comments go for approval). Thank you for your beautiful comment. A x
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