This post is dedicated to all the origami models, photos and words that didn’t turn out the way I thought they “should”.
To all of us who were triggered by this series of posts because we don’t have a good relationship with our parents, we’ve lost a pet or a child, or a friend or lover or stranger hurt us, or we’re hard on ourselves.
I invoke the Japanese notion of “Wabi-Sabi”, appreciating the beauty of that which is imperfect, impermanent or incomplete.
Remembering, in other words, that “Nothing lasts. Nothing is finished. Nothing is perfect.”
Sending love...
