Broken and Whole

Bowl repaired with gold laquer

Kintsukuroi (Photo via Google Image Search)

I broke my arm when I was twenty-one years old. I was playing flag football on a muddy field when I fell awkwardly and snapped my right humerus (upper-arm bone) at its midpoint. It was the most intense physical pain I’d ever experienced.

The bone healed in time, but now—over twenty-five years later—I have a bump in the middle of my right upper arm that always reminds me of that day and that injury.

We break and we heal, but we carry the scars with us for the rest of our lives.

We are like kintsukuroi (or kintsugi), the Japanese art of repairing pottery with gold lacquer. Like kintsukuroi, we are both broken and whole, and our cracks are both visible and beautiful.

For they are the record of our lives.

Five Minute Friday

2 thoughts on “Broken and Whole

  1. What a beautiful thought–that our brokenness makes us beautiful :). I’m dropping in from FMF–it’s fun meeting new people. My husband was a stay-at-home dad for three years while he went to grad school and I worked. What a blessing to be able to stay at home and nurture bonds with one’s children!


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