Sixteen years ago today, the eyes of the world watched in horror as catastrophic acts of terrorism brought down the twin towers of the World Trade Centre, struck the Pentagon, and crashed an airliner in rural Pennsylvania. 2, 977 lives were lost in this senseless savagery. All of the family members and friends of these innocent victims, which included the brave firefighters and rescue personnel, broke that day. Hearts broke around the world in the collective grieving that followed.
Shattering. We must bravely make our way through it, pick up our pieces and mend grief. I am hopeful as I think of the restoration of kintsukuroi. It reminds me that beauty, indeed, comes from brokenness. We survive, becoming more beautiful for having been broken. The scars of gold are proof.