Broken Teapot
Years ago, back in college, I bought Paul a hand-crafted teapot in Santa Cruz, CA. It was an incredible splurge at the time, and I agonized over whether to buy two matching mugs (I did). This is what happens when–full of Namaste tea for a toxin cleanse I’m doing–the handle breaks, the teapot falls, and the tea ball tumbles down the basement steps.
Eden started sobbing, because this was Daddy’s special teapot. But after we cleaned it up she said, “At least you can use it in a mosaic.”
I think it looks really beautiful as it is - having not seen how it was before.
Eden’s words about making it into a mosaic immediately brought a sermon theme to my mind - a theme used times innumerable - about God picking up the pieces - oh never mind - you know the one
thank you for not trotting out that metaphor
it does look like it was a much loved teapot, and i wish it the best in its new life as avant garde sculpture
I’m so sorry it broke, don’t you just hate that feeling.
I once had a depression glass, pink, covered dish that belonged to my Grandmother. I had moved it all over the country in my prior life, then one day I just went to take it out of storage and the bottom feel out of the box it was in and it shattered. I kept the pieces for a long time and then finally let it go.
Hi Rachelle!
Thought I would take advantage of my extra time this summer and start reading some blogs more regularly (especially since I won’t get to read your wonderful reflections during our writing group summer break).
I absolutely love that your daughter immediately thought of the creative implications of such a heartbreak, a gift that will serve her well I imagine.
Please do post what you transform this into, the photo of the broken teapot is quite stunning itself.
I also loved the activity you talked about in the last post about “two truths and a lie” — I will definitely try that one out sometime, sounds like a wonderful way to engage a group.
Blessings and good health to you! Christine