This morning I was sitting at the table writing my Morning Pages and looked up to see the above bowl, my daily reminder that from the broken pieces a certain beauty and wholeness can become realized. Russ and I did this bowl together using it as a metaphor for our Parkinson's journey. As the process unfolded we talked of our own individual brokenness. We spoke of shattered hopes. We lamented unfulfilled dreams. As it was completed, it was set within tiny Christmas lights, again a metaphor showing us there is light, if only we would open our eyes. At the time it was just what we needed to initiate a difficult conversation.
Today when I looked up, the bowl was where my focus landed. I realized it was again showing me that my journey has shifted and that light really is creeping in. I realized that a year and a half+ after Russ' death, I am pulling the pieces together, honing 43 years of us, day by day...
maybe-
maybe you
maybe me
maybe us
maybe we
all of me loved all of you
but you, me, us, we
shattered
now to fit the pieces together
find a new center
not leaving behind the shadow of us
a reminder
our Knitsukuroi bowl
a daily visual
open my eyes
see the you, me, us, we
take them all with me
becoming new
an honor to you
to us