This is the very perfection of a man (woman), to find out his (her) own imperfections.
~Saint Augustine (amended by Titina – it was not perfect…)
As this traditionally celebrated Month of Love comes to a close, here are a few of my own reflections that I hope will serve to spark a little deeper awareness.
I have been exploring the month of February from the predominant standpoint of Loving Oneself, a Self-Valentine of sorts. More bubble baths, dates with oneself, giving to oneself as a lover would, sensual exploration of self, etc.
But I have discovered something else. This “loving oneself” business is one big Band-Aid to cover up a bigger truth I have been avoiding: there is no other person, no activity, no identity, no outer achievement that can plug up the holes of a leaky sense of Self.
When I worked in the jewelry trade in London, I used to clean up batches of metal castings. Occasionally, I would come across pieces that had a large hole caused by a bubble in the molten metal during the casting process. Those repairs were painstaking and cumbersome. The hole had to be drilled out further, a silver wire plugged in and soldered in place, then the repaired spot had to filed, buffed and polished to look like nothing was there. Like this jewelry patch-up, repairing the holes may look purposeful, but the hidden flaw remains since the original casting of the piece. In time, when the piece tarnishes, the filled-out hole may start to become visible on the surface of the piece. At this point, there are two choices: re-melt the piece and start all over again, hoping for a more perfect casting, or learn to accept, even love, the “wabi-sabi-ness” of the piece, thus elevating it to a different, perhaps even more sacred, kind of beauty.
I have reached a stage in my life when these flaws and plugged up holes are coming up to the surface and becoming visible (at least to me). I cannot find it within me to re-polish the surface. The fight has gone out of me and instead I am left with a bittersweet surrender that seems to flow with the conflict, aikido-like, to neutralize its dark power. The loss of this polished identity feels very scary and yet strangely comforting at the same time. I can see, that with time, I will be able to present to the world humbly and yet proudly, a treasure which was crafted, shaped, worn down, tarnished and buffed by time and bumpy experience, the flaws in its manufacture a unique feature that contributed to its pricelessness – a Soul Piece.
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Titina van Hoorn is an artist, jeweler, life coach, energy healing practitioner, lover of words, dancer, mother and soul-seeker, who feels passionate about exploring the journey of the soul with all of its twists, turns and mysteries and supporting others who have chosen this rich path.
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