The Temple of My Imperfection
Thoughts on being wabi sabi. I am. Are you?
Originally posted on Ecofantasy Press:
—that moment when you finally realize that all your efforts toward achieving perfection will never be enough.
Seizing the Wabi-sabi
Probably wabi-sabi was first named for what happens to pottery subjected to the hellish temperatures in kilns, around 2,000ºF (~1100ºC). During the firing, the intense heat vibrates all the bonds that hold the minerals together until they come apart, and their constituent ions and molecules cruise around in a melted bubbly mixture that resembles lava, an igneous rock.
The kiln cools, and the pottery solidifies. Sometimes a gas bubble in the glaze pops at that moment and a little crater forms. Or maybe the glaze didn’t come out with a uniform color, or part of it dis-adhered from the pot and crawled away. Or the tea bowl sagged…
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