It's hard to let you see me in all my cracked perfection*

writing inspired by a line in poem by Clementine von Radics, "Mouthful of Forevers"

It’s hard to let you see me in all my cracked perfection

Wabi Sabi was the group that brought us all together

the art of finding the beautiful in the slightly imperfect

the wobbly, come as you are approach to writing,

and to life.

This seems to be the theme of the day for me as I write

this art of being myself, not shrinking back into quiet perceived perfection.

"how good it is to have finally finally found you" is what i seem to be saying to myself.

I think of my little turtle ceramic coaster, with head and foot now glued back together

i know it’s cracks and missing parts and yet it brings me joy each time i see it.

what if we are like that to others?

we all think our imperfections are something to be hidden. lest others mock us.

It’s hard to let you see me in all my cracked perfection

yet, maybe that’s where the magic is.

It’s hard to let you see me in all my cracked perfection and yet, i am hungry for it.

it’s not a growling, loud hunger that reminds me it’s time to eat.

nor the constant craving, like when only ice cream or something sugary and sweet hits the spot.

no it’s a hunger to be seen that is recognizable as i am feeding it

of saying, yes, this is what i’ve needed.

i read today that an artist is never done, they just release it into the world.

Ready or not…here we go!

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