It’s actually a spiritual experience and personal growth-not just a beautiful repair.
I ordered this kintsugi repair kit to fix a matcha whisk holder that had broken. I had just gotten a beautiful, new matcha set. I had not even used it yet. My 5 year old son saw it, was curious, and also thought it was beautiful. He picked it up to take a closer look-and accidentally dropped it. My son is a really good kid-he was really upset and sobbing. I felt awful, he had just been admiring it. I comforted him and let him know I can always buy another. The next day, I spotted this kintsugi repair kit. It looked perfect-as now I would have something even better I could teach him. I had heard vaguely of the concept of wabi sabi before, but had forgotten about it. This would be much better than buying another, and a much better teaching for my son’s personal growth, and my own. I already understood the symbolism behind it- but had not experienced it yet. I had already intended to teach my son a nice life lesson about imperfection, mistakes, and becoming stronger and more beautiful after breaking (going through a hard process) and rebuilding. I did, and he was overjoyed when he saw the repaired whisk holder. The repair kit arrived, with everything I need, even TWO pairs of gloves, the beautiful selection of metallic powders, the glue, and everything in the attached photos. The instructions were clear and easy to understand-definitely heed their instructions to only mix a little at a time. Also, I definitely used too much out of fear it wouldn’t bond, but it actually did, and next time I will use significantly less. Either way, the point is embracing imperfection, and my whisk holder can be displayed and used now. It is definitely very strong once it cures. What I did not anticipate was how doing the repair myself would be a spiritual experience. I have no other way to explain it. I am a Christian, who has grown up in the Western world. While I may be able to understand and create symbolic meanings for things, I think I often don’t realize why certain activities can have a deeply profound effect. I think we normally would have seen the kit and thought “oh nice, it’s a beautiful repair kit, good quality, and it is a nice reminder that imperfect is beautiful” and we just leave it at that. We don’t often understand what going through a process is going to do. I started with organizing the broken pieces, some of them were tiny. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to accurately assemble it the way it originally was, or if I even had all the pieces. I did still have nearly all of it, minus one chip from the inside. I started mixing the powder and the epoxy resin-I chose the darker gold to go with the green. As I was doing this, my mind started to wander to my relationship with God, my Heavenly Father. I slowly started gluing pieces together, spreading the beautiful, metallic gold on the scraggly edges like a comforting balm-using too much as I can now see from pictures of others work (but comparison is the thief of joy!). I was thinking about the ways I have been broken in the past-and the way God took put my life back together in ways that were more beautiful, better, stronger…fixes that are unique only to my own life. Things that I do not regret-that I could never have chosen, but were chosen for me, in order to rebuild and mold me the ways He needs me to be so I am more prepared to serve, and have more joy. I was contemplating what Jesus did on the cross-how his broken, and then resurrected body saved my soul and paid the penalty for my sins. How he took my broken spirit, and put it back together as a completely new creation. He filled all the holes with something stronger and more beautiful-gold. He is the potter, I am the clay. I could go on-but I share this to say that regardless of what you believe, it is nearly IMPOSSIBLE to slow down, focus on repairing something beautiful that you love but that is broken, with shimmering gold-and NOT contemplate these things. You can’t help it. I think Westerners NEED more of this. We tend to not think much as we complete the daily and necessary rituals of our lives. We don’t give them meaning. We don’t think. We just do, and check off the box that it’s done. If this had just been a basic bonding agent, meant to make it look like it never broke at all-or if I had simply purchased a new whisk holder, I would have not had this time of contemplation. I really believe this is more than repair-it’s growth. It’s change. It’s beautiful. Read more
































