Unfixable…

I’m a fixer…I have this part of me that just can’t accept that something is hopeless…that there’s not a way to make it better.
I guess that’s why I love broken things. I love the art of putting things back together. The dedication, time investment, and care that it takes to mend something. Kintsugi is the name for this art form. Since I learned about Kintsugi, I have mended many broken things around our house and have cherished each one.
I dearly love my old yard angel. She’s been with our family through a lot of life…the good, the bad and the absolutely heartbreaking. Her wing has been broken since we moved into this house, almost 5 years ago. I’ve never had the desire to try to fix it. Her sweet one-winged self sitting pretty, holding her harp in the middle of our patio is something I have found comforting… it’s ok to not have it all together. You can sing…even when you can’t soar…Those have always been my thoughts looking at her.
I just came outside to enjoy the nice afternoon and she wasn’t on the table. The wind had blown the rug up and knocked her off. There she was on the patio….broken…completely broken. Now, she’s not just a sweet little one winged angel reminding me it’s ok to be a little broken. She’s unfixable.

My thoughts swirl and my heart literally aches. She’s everything I can’t fix…couldn’t fix…..am not meant to fix… “am not meant to fix”…
…God whispers the last one straight to my heart.
“You are not meant to fix everything. So often you hold on to the old and broken when I want to do something brand new….let it go…It’s also ok to fly!”