November 1st, 2025 at 10:17pm, I got a text that said: “Your Uncle died today.” I reread it like my eyes were glitching. Like if I stared long enough the words would rearrange into something else. My uncle. Gone. Just… done. No more. Death is like that sometimes. Sometimes you feel it approaching, & other times it’s spontaneous. It just drops into your life. And even though I wasn’t extremely close with my uncle, I started crying immediately. Not just because he was gone… but because in that moment I felt myself coming face-to-face with something we all have to deal with eventually whether we want to think about it…
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Kintsugi 金繕い is the art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer mixed with gold sometimes silver, sometimes even platinum. It doesn’t hide the damage. It honors it. It highlights the cracks, and somehow, what was once shattered becomes even more beautiful than it was before. Every time I sit with the idea of Kintsugi, I’m reminded of how we’re meant to hold our own cracks. Not as something to hide, to rush through, & never as evidence that we weren’t enough. But instead to hold them like sacred places, places where life cracked us open, so that we can make a choose to mend them with intention. If there’s one thing…
