Wabi Sabi

Sometimes you get a feeling that something is just right, and familiar and is as how it should be, and then there turns out to be a term that describes it accurately.

I have just discovered that my sense of aesthetics has a definition, or description or name - and my love of process, materials, visible passage of time and the perfection of imperfection and chance is called Wabi Sabi.

Wabi Sabi, according to Wiki

.” Richard R. Powell summarizes by saying “It (wabi-sabi) nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.”

I read that and has such an ahh ha moment, like I have never previously had.

Now, when I look at a wall that is rain streaked and beautiful - I can think to myself - Wabi Sabi.

I came across the concept while reading about a Carol Barden Project in Carolina Eclectic called the Wabi Sabi Home (do yourself a favor and click on both these links.  Both are interesting and enlightening, and make me, at least feel wonderful, with what a lot of other people would call scruffiness.

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