Wednesday, July 29, 2015

A Story from China: The Cracked Pot

Many of us who like vintage things have a cracked bowl, plate, cup, or other item that we continue to use despite its damage. This story from China illustrates why we continue to use something less than perfect. 

A man once owned two pots. Each day he carried the pots on a pole across his shoulders to a nearby river where he would fill the pots carefully, then carry them back to his home. Water dripped from the cracked pot as he walked and by the time he reached his house half of the water in that pot was gone, while the other was still full. 

A neighbor watched the man carrying the broken pot and dripping the water along the path for months until his curiosity got the best of him.

"Friend," he said, "You seem like an intelligent man. But why do you continue to carry that cracked pot to the river each day? I have watched you fill it many times, and always the water drips out along the path until by the time you reach your home it is only half full. Why do you not get the pot repaired, or buy a new one?"

The water bearer looked at his neighbor, and then pointed to the path along which he was walking. 

"I have always known about the flaw in this pot," he replied. "See the flowers on this side of the path? See how beautiful they are, how full of bloom? I planted them here. I have known about the crack in my pot and I have used it to water the flowers which I pick for my table. Without this old cracked pot, I would not have had such a bounty of blooms for my home. It serves its purpose well, just as it is."

This story could apply to any of us who are not perfect ourselves, couldn't it? All of us "cracked pots" can still spread beauty and love, and be useful, even with our flaws.


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In the Pacific Northwest: More from the Powwow

A few more random photos from the powwow:

Grandson Jared and his girlfriend Pilar came out to enjoy the day with us. We explored the tipis that belonged to Reyn's cousin. These are not the historical dwellings of the Indians of this region, but members of many tribes had gathered for this powwow, as you might have heard in the video I posted the other day. 


 Beautifully painted, and I liked the flags flying from the poles.


A deerskin serves as a doorflap on this one.



Nice bumper sticker!


Two women dance in the mother-daughter dance.


The detail on the dresses was fabulous. This one had shell trim, and the pouch was heavily beaded.


Another family of female dancers--several generations are represented here.


The drummers played and sang throughout the powwow.


Young and old danced all day. 
  

Tomorrow, a little of Portland. I have enjoyed posting the photos of our trip--I relived the experience as I put together these posts. Such memories are worth more than any amount of money, aren't they? I am looking now for powwows in my area, as I now understand that we would be welcome at any of them. Indians want to share their culture, I learned, so if there's a powwow near you, consider attending.


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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

In the Pacific Northwest: At the Coast

 We took a short drive one day during our trip to visit the Pacific Ocean. While I've been in Seattle and Bellingham, Washington before, I had never seen the Pacific, and Larry's last view of it was coming home from Vietnam. It was a gray, overcast, drizzly afternoon but who cared?


Waves in, waves out. What could be more peaceful?


 We were not alone on the rocky shore. Many others were there to enjoy a quiet afternoon. While the town of Lincoln City was just behind us, here it seemed that it was all Nature, doing what she does best.


Sea Anemones bloomed in a shallow pool between the rocks,


while wildflowers peeped out of a stone wall,



and a pile of shells (mussels?) created an interesting pattern and texture on an exposed rock.


A beautiful place to ponder, to explore, to watch.


and to listen.

video

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