"Wabi-sabi is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.
It is a beauty of things modest and humble.
It is a beauty of things unconventional."
Leonard Koren, Wabi-Sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets, and Philosophers.
Sometimes ideas overtake me. Everything important to me feels like it circles back to this single idea, from the most profound to the most trivial. Our pine floors and my attempts at minimalism. My children growing and my grandmother dying. It's all a part of this imperfect, incomplete, impermanent life. A beautiful life better enjoyed humbly and simply.
The idea seems to creep into every thought, every desire.
I look out at the brackish landscape, the dirty, sandy shifting shoreline where we spend so much time. It is not the landscape of post cards. It is not the place people dream of, but it holds a quiet, murky beauty. And it feels completely mine. And it, too, is wabi-sabi.
The start of spring. Wabi-sabi.
Our old house filled with old things. Wabi-sabi.
A desire for simplicity and less. Wabi-sabi.
The need for time alone, for space and solitude. Wabi-sabi.
It is a reminder to slow down and to pay attention.
It is an acceptance of the inevitable.
There is beauty in everything, even sadness and pain. Even death.