beauty in the chips

while setting the table 

for company

i realized how chipped our

bowls are.

for a moment i dwelled in

frustration and embarrassment,

wondering if our friends would notice or care.

but then i remembered that

we've had these bowls for fifteen years.

that they have been the faithful

carriers of countless

bowls of soup, ice cream, cereal,

grapes, chili, oatmeal and popcorn.

that they've been packed 

and moved into the 

kitchens of a

newlywed couple's apartment in the city,

and a young family's homes in the country.

that they nest inside each other

creating unity in our cabinets,

but also awkward angles,

meaning they get bumped and nudged

on the daily.

that when the lopsided towers

are out on the counter,

it means that company is coming,

and that there is soup or chili simmering on the stovetop,

or that there is ice cream and toppings in the fridge.

that being a vessel

for preparing, serving, gathering,

slurping, scraping

and dish washing is bound to 

come along with some bumps, bruises and breaks.

that i can

relates to these chipped up bowls.
very much.

that filling a bowl

is like

filling a cup...

filling tank...

filling a heart...

filling a soul.

and when a few chips

break off in the midst,

that there is beauty in the chips.

***

sisters,

are you feeling a bit chipped?

if so,

i'd love to invite you to a workshop

i'm hosting next thursday with my friend molly.

m&e's

{me}

winter wellness workshop

you can find

details and registration

here.

or just reach out!