Kintsugi art and the story about Kintsugi are perfect examples of how something broken can become more beautiful if mended properly. This message resonates powerfully for me.
I found out about Kintsugi from a wonderful group on Facebook called Ultimate Love and Passion, managed in part by a good friend Julie Keywell. Julie has been a gift in my life and is a superconductor of positive energy. What caught my attention initially was a picture someone in the group posted of Kintsukuroi (another name for Kintsugi) with the description,“more beautiful for being broken.”
That, I said to myself, is how I want to live.
I want to take risks, fail, experience love and heartache, push myself beyond my physical limits, find ways to physically heal, look for people that want to help, and, offer to help others. It was a way of thinking I want my kids to adopt. I want them not to be afraid to experience life, and, when things become difficult, find their gold to mend themselves.
I was inspired to start this blog by one particular story I heard, also through a friend of Julie. It’s the story of a teenage boy named Cal from the Detroit area. Cal loved playing hockey but was tired all the time. At nine years old, he was diagnosed with a lung disease called pulmonary hypertension. Pulmonary hypertension leads to heart failure. Doctors also found a hole in Cal’s heart. His mother Nahla was told there was no hope for recovery. Cal and his mother, were broken.
They prayed. They kept hope. They never gave up looking for their gold. And then, they found it. Nahla found stem cell therapy. Cal, scared but hopeful, immediately flew down to Florida to receive adult stem cell therapy treatment. In time, his lung pressure dropped enough for the doctors to close the hole in his heart. Six months after that, Cal was back in goal for his hockey team, better than ever.
Cal and Nahla found their gold with faith, hope and science.
By making these gifts available, I hope you will share your stories with me. Tell me about your gold. It’s there. I’m finding mine every day in my own personal experiences and in stories like Cal’s. One day, someone might find their gold in yours.