We are one, all of us.
No matter where we live, what we think, the color of our skin or what faith we hold true. We are one even if we are chipped, bruised, shackled, silent, rude, marching or in a corner.
Some say we are one held together by:
and maybe a kiss and a band aid.
Many pieces that equal one.
Different patterns that celebrate the deep wonder of who we are.
We are one without denying the parts of us that are imperfect.
"( a french term -“stolen from plate”) – pieces of broken pottery, china, glass, buttons, figurines, and/ jewelry are cemented onto a base to create a new surface. Almost any form can be used as a base, and any combination of pieces can be applied, restricted only by the individual creator’s imagination."
Self expression which leads to dialog, journeys beyond the comfortable path, challenges, possible frustration, understanding, maybe acceptance, and if fortunate (and brave) letting that what holds us, unite us uniquely as one of a kind, beautifully the same.
One love, one world, one life.
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