I went to church today — but don’t be put off, I don’t go often. In the past, I went as and when it was needed: for a christening, a blessing, or a school service. Lately, though, I’ve found myself going every now and then for no particular reason other than to worship. I’m not even sure worship is the right word, but it does no harm.

Today’s service focused on remembrance — honouring those lost in war. Before judging, remember that civilians are often caught in the crossfire, and whether we like war or not, we can’t deny the selflessness and bravery of soldiers — most of whom bear no fault for why they are where they are.

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As the service centred around remembrance, I found myself thinking of family I’ve recently lost. That made me sad, but it also led me to thinking about love. From there, my thoughts drifted to how broken we can all be, and how love, somehow, brings us back together.​​​​

 

That, in turn, reminded me of the Japanese philosophy of Kintsugi, which celebrates mending broken things with care and precious materials. The idea is that the cracks — in pottery, for instance — remain visible, but are filled with gold, silver, or platinum. The object was broken, still useful, and in fact more beautiful through it's changed nature.