Sandcastles

Glinting a shade of amber,On the boundary of gold,Eyes fixate at summer rays,The last ones bright and bold. Feet dig deep in golden ground,Hands carve onto sand,The wind whistles in ears both,And drops dead to the land. The summer sun will always set,The wind will always die,Does not mean winter will not,For it always passes…

Kintsugi – Honouring imperfection

Let me just take some of your time before you go through the poem. This week I have been inspired by a beautiful piece of Japanese art and philosophy called Kintsugi. The essence of this philosophy is honouring imperfection. Imperfection is real, Real is beautiful! You can read more about kintsugi here As for the…