People really are awesome. So much generosity and kindness to be found. I am often pleased at how good people can be.
And then, an act of breathtaking beauty brings me to tears. In September, I broke a bowl I'd made. Struck a nerve, fed into this stage of my life, when I must deal with increasing losses, and get up each morning with fresh eyes. Herhimnbryn leapt at the idea of using the shards of this pot for her mosaic creations, and I gladly sent her my stricken pot. Then she made it into a marvelous box, which I admired on her site.
Last evening, came home wrung out, to find a mysterious package. From Australia. Well, I knew it was from her, but was so struck that it was that very box. It sits, at least for the moment, surrounded by some of my surviving pottery, candle sticks and a bottle, with the bits of the beloved pot.
I run my fingers over it, the rough sandy grout, the smooth glassy tiles, and am comforted beyond words. The broken never goes back the way it was, but becomes even more lovely than it ever imagined it could be.
Thank you, so much. With a hug to your beloved, and a scritch to Bryn. Your timing could not have been better.