Kintsugi III

On this morning of my Third Age, I search in the labyrinth for a door.

It was there where I had been attempting the kintsugi pure gold repair of broken pieces of

my journey

Attempting to craft that repair with words.

a craft not as easily learned as working inviting, soft, yielding-to-the-hands red earth

but now the one tool available, 

aided by the skilled guidance from midwives of every land 

together searching for the door marked ‘indigenuity’ and ‘reciprocity’.

I’ll get back to you on this……