Today was an ordinary day. I did my ordinary routine. I ate my ordinary breakfast and went to work. I dealt with ordinary people. I saw their imperfect lives and listened as they tried to justify their actions. I watched them put their masks on. And I thought about how I do the very same things so often. In my mind I thought about brokenness. It has been a stream flowing through me in the past weeks. I have been seeing my fractured, broken self.
As I was considering all of this today, I asked myself, “What is that Japanese tea ritual, the one where they display the imperfect cups and speak about the beauty within the”? I couldn’t think of the answer. It was years ago I heard of it. Where the imperfect is beautiful.
And then I came to this prompt and there it was. Wabi-Sabi, the art of imperfection. Why today? The very day I was feeling broken and seeing the same in everyone else? I don’t believe in luck. I believe things happen for a reason and sometimes we get to really understand. I believe God’s original intention was that all be perfect, but because of sin we needed a Savior. I believe Jesus redeemed mankind so now even though we have imperfection God sees us as beautiful. We are broken and it is okay. We can love and be loved in our brokenness.
Angels look on us
In awe that God would bother
To bestow His grace
A haibun. My first attempt. To write in the world view of Wabi-Sabi. It recognizes the circle of life, that thing die, break,, disintegrate, and to find therein beauty.
This is awesomely true today!