Kintsugi: The Japanese art of mending broken pottery with gold.
Everyone has their haunts—some just hide them better than others. And some, like me, have learned to make them our friends.
I’ve learned that I am you, and you are me. We have been brought together for a reason—to understand the power of a collective relationship, to explore who we are in this role, and to discover who we are as individuals through the collective.
We belong to one another on a deep, organic level—deeper than DNA, ethnicity, culture, experience, or perspective. There is an intense life force energy shared among us, a satori of sorts, that emerges when men and women come together with a shared intention.
When each person brings not only their nobility but also the willingness to bare their vulnerable soul for the common good, that’s when magic happens. We have access to this space within ourselves—through our stories and our scars.
Scars are not just remnants of past wounds; they are living proof of survival, transformation, and deepened capacity for connection. They remind us that brokenness is not an end but a beginning—one gilded with the Wisdom and beauty of experience. Our willingness to wear them openly, to weave them into the collective tapestry, is what makes us whole.
Artists, in particular, have developed eloquence – the ability to act upon this understanding.
As artists, we don’t just work with our broken hearts—we work through them. It is through our wounds that we access the emotions that inspire others to do the same. Our willingness to share proves that our hearts are broken open, not closed.
A Tapestry…
It is the interplay of light and shadow that weaves an exquisite tapestry. The brilliance of a performance is highlighted by the routine, repetitive process of memorizing scripts and rehearsing. Its radiance exists because of contrast. These elements combine in the willing artist.
Great art is born of brokenness—the willingness to be broken open, to spill your guts on the ground in performance. It is a potent demonstration of surrender to what makes art great.
The power embedded in great art ignites a fire in everyone’s heart. When we play with fire—when artists come together for a shared purpose—the spirit responds and resounds with it.
In some deeply personal regard, the collective heals our woundedness, mending those wounds together with the golden thread of memory. No one is estranged or unadorned—not unaddressed or dismissed, but valued for our qualities, our depth.
As a result, we emerge better than before—enriched, more valuable, and more beautiful to ourselves.
Collective Kintsugi is group healing through interaction. It does not change our past experiences, but it does change the past from this moment on. We are never the same because of what we have experienced together. The memory of it forms a gossamer thread—vivid, spectacular, woven into an exquisite tapestry that expresses our shared experience.
The collective memory becomes bonded together with gold—a moment in time when we understand what happens when individuals come together with open hearts and minds, offering their joys and sorrows for the collective good.
Forever, there is an aspect of me that belongs with you, and you with me. It is done. Complete.
We have created something colored beautiful together—something that has never been seen before in the history of humankind.
It is wonder-full testament to the power of cooperation. Together, we create a synergy borne of willingness and intention. It transforms individual performance into a spectacle of incredible energy—an energy that transforms others as deeply as it transforms us.
This synergy is the golden thread that binds us in ways we cannot yet imagine. It takes the perspective of one who holds the memory of magic to collect its elements…to piece together the clues, and recognize that, despite our struggles, we—you and I—were part of something epic.
A golden, shining moment in time—one that leaves us with an understanding that something inside us feels better each time we think of this group, this experience.
Something Colored Beautiful…
It is the exquisite brokenness of each willing participant that has created a memory of incredible, enduring beauty.
As lone travelers, as philosophers, as wounded spirits, we have the ability to see and appreciate this artful belonging.
When the entire group feels this way and contributes in this organic manner, it is a rarity—a something colored beautiful moment in time that truly and profoundly belongs to us… and we to it.
The time was right. We belonged, and we knew it.
Perhaps, for some of us, it was the first time we felt we belonged—on our own terms.
And for those who have felt it before, this experience becomes an exquisite confirmation of belonging as a fact of life—unique in itself because of the presence of every person who contributed.
It serves as refreshment for every wayfaring stranger who has grown weary of traveling the barren wilderness of smiles. Confident, equipped, perhaps—but often alone.
This experience teaches us something profound: You can never have too much love or too much belonging.
The very best of others brings out the very best in you. It heals in ways you cannot achieve alone.
What it took others to wound, takes a collective to heal.
This is what we discover—Collective Kintsugi heals all who participate.
As artists, we invite others in, knowing there is always more than enough room at our table.
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