This time last year I wrote about a the Japanese proverb that describes how broken objects  are often replaced with gold, turning the flaw into a unique part of the object’s history, only adding to the beauty, reflecting the inner light outwards.  Those words carried me through this last year.

Tonight, I reflect on another proverb; A wise man once said nothing.  So tonight, as I warm myself by the aga, I will say nothing, stay still and reflect peacefully at the quiet in my head and the love my heart.  A million miles away that the broken object that I was just a short year ago. My cracks filling and almost filled with gold.