My friend Sheila Lees sent me this image and quote.
Many years ago I studied with dancers Eiko & Koma. They were the first to introduce me to the idea of extraordinary beauty in what is imperfect, damaged, ruined. We would move as if we were both wilting and blooming at the same time, like the haiku that describes a plum blossom at the end of a broken branch.
I feel that during the last month, I have been filling the cracks in my relationship with my oldest daughter with gold. It feels like a way of celebrating the wisdom gained from breaking. Like marking the place where change happened, where learning happened.