tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633184610062276774.post5791659950579220404..comments2024-03-16T09:06:44.210-07:00Comments on I Dream of the Ocean: Perfection is a lieRevDanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13569349958868233578noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633184610062276774.post-65704315518958111152011-06-15T05:14:51.966-07:002011-06-15T05:14:51.966-07:00Yes I love that story!
I completely agree with yo...Yes I love that story!<br /><br />I completely agree with your points about perfection, and I also love the concept of wabi-sabi. The Japanese do not polish their silver, they let it tarnish and enjoy the patina of age on it (they consider polished silver vulgar).<br /><br />To be fair to Trinny and Susannah, they try to show people how to work with their so-called imperfections.Yewtreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02028699564003381058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633184610062276774.post-70997946772518327412011-06-13T00:11:27.610-07:002011-06-13T00:11:27.610-07:00This is one of my favourite folk tales
Many years...This is one of my favourite folk tales<br /><br />Many years ago, in India, a certain servant made a daily visit to a well to bring water for his masters household. He brought the water in two large pots which hung on either end of a pole he carried across his shoulders. One of the pots was flawless and never spilled a drop of water, but the other had a small crack in the bottom and so, at the end of the servant’s two mile walk from the well, it was only half full.<br />The perfect pot was very proud of its ability to deliver a full quota of water, but the pot with the crack was ashamed of its imperfections, and one day it spoke to the water carrier: “I want to apologise for being so useless,” it said. “Because of me, you don’t get the full value of your work. I’m letting you down.”<br />The water carrier felt sorry for the leaking pot, and replied with a smile. “As we go back to the master’s house, I want you to look at the beautiful flowers along the path.” The cracked pot did as he was asked. The servant was right: there were beautiful flowers along the path, and the old pot was cheered a little by the sight, but the flowers didn’t really make him feel any better about himself. In fact in some ways, they made him feel a little worse: after all, they were colourful and fragrant, whereas he was old and leaky. When they got back to the house, the pot still felt sad because he was only half full and it apologised once again for its imperfections.<br />“Did you look at the beautiful flowers on the path as I asked you to?” asked the servant.<br />“Yes, I did. They are lovely, but they made me even more aware of my flaw,” said the cracked pot, sadly.<br />“Did you notice that they were only on one side of the path – the side I carry you on? I’ve known about your flaw for a long time, and I took advantage of it. I planted some flower seeds on your side of the path and now, each day as I come back from the well, your leak waters the Flowers. Each day I pick some of the beautiful flowers that have grown so well because of you, and use them to decorate our master’s dinner table. Without you being just as you are, we wouldn’t have such beauty in the house.”RevDanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13569349958868233578noreply@blogger.com