Day 3971: Kintsugi and Flying.

   

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• A re-post from my blog, Day 1887, September 23, 2017.

  
  

  Maybe it's because I too am broken, 

  but aren't many of us in some way?

  I love the Japanese custom of Kintsugi!

  Nothing is ever truly broken ... that's the philosophy behind the ancient Japanese art of Kintsugi, which repairs smashed pottery by using beautiful gold.

  
  

  

  Photo: Tom Slemmons

  

  Kintsugi detail. Photo: Matthew Tyas

  The story of Kintsugi.
  

    In the 15th century when Japanese military commander, Ashikaga Yoshimasa broke a beloved Chinese tea bowl and disappointed with a shoddy repair,  he asked the craftsmen to find a pleasing repair method.

  
  

  

  
  

  Translated to “golden joinery,” Kintsugi (or Kintsukuroi, which means

  “golden repair”)  the centuries-old Japanese 

  art  gives a unique appearance to broken pottery

  repaired with a seam of lacquer and precious metal.

  
  

  

  Painting a Kintsugi pot. Photo: Tom Slemmons

  Trust the Japanese to encapsulate the wisdom of the ages into a single object. Theirs is a culture with an enviable talent for clarity of both thought and communication, and with an admirable attitude to what really matters in life.

    

   *Images & resources from  BBC Four's Japan season, here.

  
  

  

  Lakeside Pottery 

   
   

  Kintsugi often makes the repaired piece even more beautiful than the original, revitalizing it with new life.

  
  

  

  Photo: June's Child

  
  

  If you want more, a wonderful page explaining

  the 3 predominant styles of Kintsugi: crack, piece method, and joint-call can be found here.

   
  

Monday, June 26, 2023:

Scheduled to fly from Nevada to Orange County at 8 AM, I got up at 6 AM arrived at the airport at 7:30 to be early. I needn't have. Our JetX plane was delayed thirty minutes, then another 30 minutes, and yes, another 30 minutes, and again! At 10:30 we finally boarded and even taxied out to the runway, but something was wrong, and we went back, and stayed on the plane till they determined it would take too long to fix, so we deplaned, they ordered a new one.

There was a scheduled flight at 11:15, but it was full. I had a good book with me, but I was getting sleepy. I was approached by a angel from heaven, disguised as a JetX employee. She apologized for the delay and was so sweet and sincere. She said you must be tired? I said a little, but that I was okay. She asked if I was hungry, and again I said I was okay. "You must be hungry?" I said a little but that I would be fine. She said that she would order my lunch and to pick out whatever I wanted, as she handed me a menu from Zupas in Las Vegas. At her insistence I ordered a Cobb salad and a coke. She came back with a coke and a glass of ice, and said I would be on the 1:15 flight and that she had arranged for my bag to be transferred, and gave me my new boarding pass! About now I am feeling like royalty, and this was not lost on the other passengers. I asked her name and she said Daniella, and I told her I was thinking she must be an angel. When I  had finished my salad, she came by again and took what was left away. I thanked her again, she said she hoped we would meet again. I said the whole day was worth it to meet her. We hugged and then it was time to board, for real.

Jet X is a smaller, private airline of Jet Blue, only 30 passengers, 3 crew, no security lines, roomy seats, checked baggage is waiting for you when you deplane. So much easier.

Grandhunk #2 was waiting for me when we arrived. I call this a feel-good story?

 

 

 

 

A 2+ minute video, unusual sleep, here.

Just because ...

 

 

Yellow-billed Hornbill

Tuesday's Smiles ...

 

 

                             Thanks for coming by today ...

 

Day 3360: Originally ten children.

 

 

 

 

"Aunt Martha at 18": old photo, drawing, collage & digital.

 

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I was thinking today about people who make room in their hearts and life for people who need help.

When I was in high school, my good friend Nancy's family took me with them on vacations on the Kern River. I learned to water ski and camp out. It wouldn't have happened without their kindness. My Dad didn't take vacations. 

And, when young WonderWoman was in school, her friend Kerry's family took her with them skiing, and also to Mexico camping. 

Aunt Martha and Aunt Vonda flew out from Indiana, late summer after my high school senior year. I was planning to work, college was not an option financially. They packed me up and took me to Indiana and put me in collage. Probably the biggest and most life-changing gift of my life.
People who make room in their life for people who need help, are surely God's favorite people.

 

 

Happy Birthday Aunt Martha! Today is her birthday. I love this picture of my Mom's second oldest sister, Martha, as a high school graduate.

And, this one of three of the four family teachers.

Martha, Pauline & Fern

Originally ten children grew up on the Beatty farm.
Three of the boys died too early.

front: Aunt Fern, Grandpa, Grandma, Mom  back row: Aunt Vonda, Uncle Pete,Aunt Martha, Uncle Les & Aunt Pauline

Aunt Martha dated Uncle Jerry. I remember he smoked a pipe.

Uncle Jerry & Aunt Martha

They were married many years.

Aunt Martha & Uncle Jerry

Uncle Russell, Aunt Fern, Aunt Pauline, Uncle Owen, Aunt Martha, Uncle Jerry, & Grandpa.

Later Aunt Martha was a single lady and a master teacher her whole life, and later retired to marry Uncle Jewell.

Uncle Jewell & Aunt Martha on the Queen Mary, Long Beach. CA 1973

I lived with my Aunt Martha during the years 

Aunt Vonda and Aunt Martha sent me to Ball State University. As anyone who ever met her knows, 

she had such a wonderful sense of humor, 

beside all her many other terrific qualities.

 

 

I used to say, "Aunt Martha's in the kitchen"!

Because, whenever she cooked, she would ...

bang pots and pans making enough noise for ten people! I teased her about it,  she said it came from living alone, so it was like she had company! 

She would just laugh and shine that great smile of hers. I miss her so. 

 

Happy Birthday Aunt Martha.

 

 

 

 

A fun 4-minute video, kids & dogs, here.

 

 

Just because ...

 

 

Greater Roadrunner

 

 

 

 
 

                     

Smiles for Sunday ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                               Thanks for coming by today.