I’ve been reflecting on how we can be so scared of change and yet we’re also scared of staying in the same place. This can leave us in a kind of limbo, which is exhausting. Here are some words I wrote about it.

I wrote a poem inspired by Kintsugi - the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold. The flaw is considered to be a unique piece of the object’s history and so adds to its beauty.

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