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Broken pots
February 13 2016
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RHP User
10 years ago
I love the Japanese art of Kintsukuroi (金繕い) - the are of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. As a philosophy it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise. (Copied from Wikipedia, as I haven't had a coffee and they worded it better than I tried to!) I love the idea of acknowledging and embracing your fault lines, and honouring those fractures as part of your identity. I am who I am as a result of everything I have survived in my life - I wouldn't erase those cracks even if I could. So, I"m a functional, repaired, vibrant coloured pot, that forms an essential part of the life of my family, rather than a fragile, delicate piece of china locked away in the cupboard.
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RHP User
10 years ago
I had lots of cracks and breaks due to different events throughout my life, I've put each one in perspective and added some glue and put those pieces back together, these days minor cracks appear but I jump on them before they cause a break. I want to be the strongest pot I can be! - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
Love the Kintsukuroi ! It reminds me of an expression I learned off a kiwi boatbuilder " if you can't hide it, make a feature of it" As a teen I was thrown on the floor and split wide open, the crack has closed up enough to be useable, indeed it is invisible to the eye (even trained ones) so it works in a fashion it just seems to leak as fast as it's filled up.
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RHP User
10 years ago
In the last few days, my personal circumstances have changed dramatically leaving me feeling very insecure and vunerable . I did not see this change coming. By pure coincidence today would have been my best friends birthday . She died unexpectantly in June of last year. An event I'm still trying to come to terms with, grief that I'm still processing. I miss her so much So this topic struck a nerve with me today Broken pot, chipped fruit bowl I have this black ceramic fruit bowl that sits on my coffee table, which is filled with everything but fruit. It's my go to bowl, keeper of my house keys etc. it wasn't an expensive bowl but it has a unique shape and it compliments my coffee table. I have chipped this bowl many times by tossing said keys in it. Every time I chip it, I get so mad with myself because the chips are avoidable and are there because of my carelessness . Every time I chip it, I can see the white ceramic beneath the black lacquer. I try to live with the whiteness on the bowl but I can see the chips as the bowl Is in my line of vision when I watch Tv The White chips drive me mad, but I refuse to throw the bowl out due to its unique and unusual shape. Solution: I colour in the White chips , with thick black texta and to the uninformed and not too eagle eyed observer, they would never know, but I do I am that bowl. Unique , yet flawed. Chipped but hiding my flaws. Still capable of serving my original purpose. Useful, not broken or ready to be thrown away yet
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RHP User
10 years ago
Thinking about this I feel that my broken pot is hardly recognisable from the original pot that came out all fired and glassed at 18. The core of the pot is still the same, passionate, caring, protective of family....but most pot enthusiasts just look at the outer casing of the pot and miss the resilience and inner beauty. This pot is original, still changing and learning, and will always be true to herself :)
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RHP User
10 years ago
I meant glazed not glassed !!!
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boobsandbusted
10 years ago
if i had to think as myself as pot ,im a wine barrel ,lol,been burnt on the inside ,but survived ,to change my flavours ,and appearance ,then use the change for the good ,although at times i can fill up with water and get a bit yuck ,,a big rain comes along overflows me ,and we are good again , i get kicked around the back yard looking for where I'm suited best and outwardly no damage is done ,but on the inside ,a few unnoticeable to others cracks appear,while my barrel rings are all in place i hold my shape ,but if a ring drops down ,all shit breaks loose and i fall apart looking very ugly and unwanted ,put the rings back in place and again we are good to go ,and at the moment ,i have a lovely palm tree growing up pointing the sky , full of life and humour im a , mr bloody wine barrel ,lol
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AnnieWhichway
10 years ago
Had a big fall All the best people Tried to put Annie back together again Some bits fitted here Others didn't fit there But she can walk And she can talk She can be bright You know she is not quite right She's not the only fucked tool in the shed........
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RHP User
10 years ago
OP, love this thread! For most of my life, I have tried to live life as a pot. I never knew I had holes until the water keeps spilling out. Sometimes, the holes get larger and larger and I became useless as a vessel to store water. The more I tried to patch the holes, the larger the holes get. Eventually, I could patch my pot no more and it completely shattered. I was at a complete loss and felt utterly hopeless. The pot sank into deep despair and despondence. People walked past, cast disdainful glances at the shattered pot, and most walked on, shaking their heads. Some couldn't resist letting me know what little they thought of the pot, "Tsk! Tsk!" Others decided to kick the shattered pieces around, breaking it further into smithereens. Many moons passed... One day, the pot's tears dried up and a a thought overwhelmed the pot : "What IF... what IF I was never meant to be a pot in the first place?" So the pot gathered up its broken pieces, and decided to adhere itself together. Bit by bit, it took shape. It was no longer a pot, but it had transformed into a votive holder! Now it sits at the center of the table, its little heart shining strong. A candle that burns dim at times, blindingly bright at other times. This time round, the votive had found its motive in life. It wasn't perfect, it wasn't flawless, but it illuminates hope. The votive still loses bits and pieces, but then new bits and pieces would appear. The votive will always be a works in progress, and the votive shall keep the light within shining always.
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RHP User
10 years ago
Being repaired slowly but lovingly by my friends. And to be honest, it looks a lot better now with a flaw than it did when it was pristine. It took a crack to bring ME back...........
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RHP User
10 years ago
I think, as a pot, there have been times in my life where I broke to a point I thought was beyond repair. Some times, I've superglued myself back together only to find that, after a little time, the breaks come apart again. Several years of this took me to a professional pot repairer, who had the tools to fix the breaks so they don't break again, but the cracks are still there and those cracks are weak points for me. Sometimes, when I feel the cracks coming apart, I take myself back to the pot repairer before those cracks turn into complete breaks again. I think each break leaves a crack and a weak point, but the cracks that don't result in breaks have been completely fixed by being surrounded by supportive friends and family, meditation, keeping myself busy and my days full and learning from my mistakes.
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RHP User
10 years ago
I have a keys and stuff bowl but mine is LaMaiolica so I use various shades of nail polish.
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RHP User
10 years ago
Love this topic. Awesome responses as well. Obi1
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RHP User
10 years ago
I love your reading your posts but your contribution to this thread is the best yet. Great thread, Freya. Whenever there's a little friction in forums you always come through by starting a thread that brings most of us back together xx
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RHP User
10 years ago
As I have always seen myself and life as quite contradictory I think I was a put together pot to begin with, pieces from around the world from many generations. I've been scratched, stained, chipped and smashed many a time. Most of me is still there but I have plenty of little chips.
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MsSuperFoxy
10 years ago
I had to google it to remember. I always loved it. *sorry if formatting is out* The cracked water Pot By Sacinandana Swami A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on one end of the pole he carried across the back of his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream, the cracked pot arrived only half full. This went on every day for two years, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishment and saw itself as perfectly suited for the purpose for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived as bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself and I want to apologize to you.” “Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?” “For the past two years, I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws you have to work without getting the full value of your efforts,” the pot said. The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and out of compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.” Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the wildflowers on the side of the path. The pot felt cheered. But at the end of the trail, the pot still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and again it apologized for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I knew about your flaw and took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them for me. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. If you were not just the way you are, he would not have such beauty to grace his house. Moral: Each of us has his/her unique flaws—we are all cracked pots. But a compassionate and expert devotee can engage us in the Lord’s service, and then we can all be useful, despite our defects.
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RHP User
10 years ago
For such beautiful thoughts everyone xxFreya
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RHP User
10 years ago
I was a square pot in the world of round pots.I'm my teens I was convinced I came from another planet, later in life I discovered many others like me and concluded everyone else came from another planet not us.
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RHP User
10 years ago
I'm not a pot plant. I'm the whole friggin jungle 😄 - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
I've seen that around a lot, I've posted about it even. I've never really understood it Freya..I never broke. .I have always been precocious and always questioned. .A thought that comes to mind is along the lines of clay in that I'm forming and have always been. .Yeah, I'm crying... in a good way! .Peachy 🍑
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RHP User
10 years ago
I recently dislocated my shoulder (first time) and subluxated my collar bone AC joint (again). My right shoulder looks dented as the collar bone isn't exactly where it should be. I have also acquired my fair share of scars which are like scratches. I regret my injuries as they are ongoing weaknesses in my body however I am proud that I have not lived in fear of them.
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RHP User
10 years ago
when i separated didn't have a one but slowly you build yourself up again, it's surprising what you can make do without - things, dare i even say loveeven the sexual blurred and pales to nothingI have been with more since now than i care ever to admita night a week the last two years where the next journey takes me has no direction and uncertain I have found content to just be me
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RHP User
10 years ago
Isn't anyone going to be the kettle ?
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RHP User
10 years ago
So many of you have written quite eloquently. I'm a pot has been smashed many times, scratched, haphazardly put back together with whatever was available, and sometimes shoved in a cupboard because I was too ugly to be put on display. And as a result of being smashed so many times, I now have holes where pieces should be. I lived with these holes, ashamed of no longer being a functional pot. Never being able to be filled. And then one day I decided fuck it! And planted air plants in those holes. And the beauty of them is that they can survive without a plethora of resources......they just have to remember to breathe.
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RHP User
10 years ago
Quoting '50wetfigs' Isn't anyone going to be the kettle ? _____________________________________________________________________________________ Me! Me! *sings... "Peony puts the kettle on! Kettle on! Kettle on! ..."
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RHP User
10 years ago
____________________________________________________________________________________ Sorry to hear that, Jules. You sound like a pot that was used to a particular stove but now, you've been placed on a different stove. But you know what, the stove may be different, the fire may be different, but you can still boil water in your pot! It takes time but the hurt does get better with time.
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RHP User
10 years ago
Patchwork Girl and SuperFoxxxy, I love your anecdotes!
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RHP User
10 years ago
Quoting 'SoftandCurious' So many of you have written quite eloquently. I'm a pot has been smashed many times, scratched, haphazardly put back together with whatever was available, and sometimes shoved in a cupboard because I was too ugly to be put on display. And as a result of being smashed so many times, I now have holes where pieces should be. I lived with these holes, ashamed of no longer being a functional pot. Never being able to be filled. And then one day I decided fuck it! And planted air plants in those holes. And the beauty of them is that they can survive without a plethora of resources......they just have to remember to breathe. SoftandCurious, your post made me think of a poem I love, and from which I took the inspiration for my forum name. Let your heart break but worry not about fitting it back together again. separate the pieces and fill the space between with grace given by understanding, do this, each time it snaps, and watch it grow. there are no limits, no boundaries of growth for a patchwork heart. I love this idea. I love the idea of growing something beautiful where there used to be nothing. I hope your air plants thrive - what a beautiful garden you will grow. xoxo
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MsJonesy
10 years ago
And many beautiful posts. Thank you for sharing xx Patchwork, your post was spot on for me.... I am usually that vibrant pot but recently I am feeling more like the fragile one. The pot developed some hairline cracks lately and while I know they are not too serious, the fact they are there is becoming a worry. Some are opening up to be more serious, the chips around the edges are sharp and unrepaired. I am not sure the tried and trusted glue (my resilience and inner fortitude) is as strong as it usually is. I guess my best option is to allow people in my life to help me out with some glue and repair work. That's not something I am good at; reaching out when some rebuilding work is required. I am usually better at being the repairer. Maybe need to head north or head west, let some sand and water gently smooth out those rough chips and mould my pot into something slightly different.
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RHP User
10 years ago
Great question Freya again, you summed up Freya's wisdom perfectly WiccaWitch and the responses are most empowering and so interesting, next time I stuff something up around the house it will be a new feature. All was ok in my life except feeling empty about something and a little while ago l found that piece and sorted that out. All was ok until a couple of years ago when a couple of life changing events happened in my life. I couldn't function or cope so l got help and started rebuilding me. I liken myself to a vase that got knocked off the shelf. I landed heavily on the floor and was broken in a few large pieces. My vase was picked up and people helped repair the prices together and take the shape of a vase again. When metal is welded together correctly the weld is stronger then the metal and if the joint fails it's usually the metal next to the weld that failed. There's a good chance my vase could get knocked over again though not to the floor. My vase is positioned on a different shelf so my vase can't fall so far and maybe only get knocked over on the shelf and not fall to the floor. l'd my vase was damaged again the damage is unlikely to be big pieces as those repairs are as strong as a weld yet the material between the repairs may break and need a little repairing. I didn't have all the chips repaired and l choose not to colour them in to remind me of my imperfections and the repairs remind me of me experiences. My vase is held together in one piece firmly and holds water just fine. Why a vase and not a pot. My vase holds the orchids blooms my mum, my dad and their close friend created by cross breading and cloning in their backyards. Together they created championship winning plants registered in botanies around the world, l admire their achievement as there's more to it then growing a few flowers which l didn't realise until repairing my vase. Cheers Adam
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RHP User
10 years ago
Quoting 'kissk' And many beautiful posts. Thank you for sharing xx Patchwork, your post was spot on for me.... I am usually that vibrant pot but recently I am feeling more like the fragile one. The pot developed some hairline cracks lately and while I know they are not too serious, the fact they are there is becoming a worry. Some are opening up to be more serious, the chips around the edges are sharp and unrepaired. I am not sure the tried and trusted glue (my resilience and inner fortitude) is as strong as it usually is. I guess my best option is to allow people in my life to help me out with some glue and repair work. That's not something I am good at; reaching out when some rebuilding work is required. I am usually better at being the repairer. Maybe need to head north or head west, let some sand and water gently smooth out those rough chips and mould my pot into something slightly different. Sometimes it's hard to acknowledge that we need some repairing ourselves, huh. I'm usually the one with the adhesives - some magic tape here, some liquid nails there - helping everyone else hold it together. It's been a revelation to me over the past 18 months to have to be the one who has needed help to heal. And if you end up heading north, I may not be able to help with sand and water, but I know some killer book shops! ;-)
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RHP User
10 years ago
Quoting 'kissk' And many beautiful posts. Thank you for sharing xx Patchwork, your post was spot on for me.... I am usually that vibrant pot but recently I am feeling more like the fragile one. The pot developed some hairline cracks lately and while I know they are not too serious, the fact they are there is becoming a worry. Some are opening up to be more serious, the chips around the edges are sharp and unrepaired. I am not sure the tried and trusted glue (my resilience and inner fortitude) is as strong as it usually is. I guess my best option is to allow people in my life to help me out with some glue and repair work. That's not something I am good at; reaching out when some rebuilding work is required. I am usually better at being the repairer. Maybe need to head north or head west, let some sand and water gently smooth out those rough chips and mould my pot into something slightly different. Sometimes it's hard to acknowledge that we need some repairing ourselves, huh. I'm usually the one with the adhesives - some magic tape here, some liquid nails there - helping everyone else hold it together. It's been a revelation to me over the past 18 months to have to be the one who has needed help to heal. And if you end up heading north, I may not be able to help with sand and water, but I know some killer book shops! ;-)
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RHP User
10 years ago
Many years ago when I first moved here to my village by the sea a local artist offered me a wheelie bin full of found glass.She had collected it on her walks along the beach .It was so beautiful,smooth and no longer shiny with a depth and lustre created by the sand and waves, Perhaps that is what you need,to spend time beside a different ocean letting the calmer waves sooth you xxFreya
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RHP User
10 years ago
That is divine! I am a lot like you - I kept fixing everyone else's pots and didn't take care of mine. But I realised if I'm not functional I can't help anyone else 😉 And yes - my plants are happy and thriving and have grown so much they have become part of my pot! Thanks everyone for sharing your beautiful journeys!
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RHP User
10 years ago
It covers my hairy arse...And in all honesty... there probably is not a better place in the human body to put an arse..Then stashed away in a handy crack..Just saying.."Before Stirry does..."
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RHP User
10 years ago
I used to be a strong sturdy masculine pot capable of holding all manner of dangerous and volatile things but over the years I have gained a few flaws and chips. Now my edges are chipped and jagged, and my capacities have been reduced and some times I don't feel very robust or useful. Then other times I feel I can just sit quietly , slightly out of the road and still be helpful for containing and assisting all the other pieces of chipped and broken pots that drift past.
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RHP User
10 years ago
I am completely smashed and I'd like to stay this way.
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RHP User
10 years ago
Was covered in dirt for god knows how long, but after I dug it up I carefully put the all pieces back together . Now it stands proudly on display on the shelf in my shed along with all the other treasures i gathered , which probally mean bugga all to anyone but me. The quicker you put the pieces back together the quicker you're out there.
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RHP User
10 years ago
They certainly can, ask a dish !
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RHP User
10 years ago
Quoting '50wetfigs' They certainly can, ask a dish ! __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hehehe... And I'm waiting for the day I catch my cat with the fiddle!
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RHP User
10 years ago
Even though we have been repaired, we still have long lasting cracks. Forgive/let go and Find inner peace. ☺ - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
__________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hehehe... And I'm waiting for the day I catch my cat with the fiddle! But I would fiddle with your pussy !!
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Seachange73
10 years ago
Beautiful post. Just beautiful...
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Seachange73
10 years ago
Quoting '1Adam44' Great question Freya again, you summed up Freya's wisdom perfectly WiccaWitch and the responses are most empowering and so interesting, next time I stuff something up around the house it will be a new feature. All was ok in my life except feeling empty about something and a little while ago l found that piece and sorted that out. All was ok until a couple of years ago when a couple of life changing events happened in my life. I couldn't function or cope so l got help and started rebuilding me. I liken myself to a vase that got knocked off the shelf. I landed heavily on the floor and was broken in a few large pieces. My vase was picked up and people helped repair the prices together and take the shape of a vase again. When metal is welded together correctly the weld is stronger then the metal and if the joint fails it's usually the metal next to the weld that failed. There's a good chance my vase could get knocked over again though not to the floor. My vase is positioned on a different shelf so my vase can't fall so far and maybe only get knocked over on the shelf and not fall to the floor. l'd my vase was damaged again the damage is unlikely to be big pieces as those repairs are as strong as a weld yet the material between the repairs may break and need a little repairing. I didn't have all the chips repaired and l choose not to colour them in to remind me of my imperfections and the repairs remind me of me experiences. My vase is held together in one piece firmly and holds water just fine. Why a vase and not a pot. My vase holds the orchids blooms my mum, my dad and their close friend created by cross breading and cloning in their backyards. Together they created championship winning plants registered in botanies around the world, l admire their achievement as there's more to it then growing a few flowers which l didn't realise until repairing my vase. Cheers Adam I have personally met you at a couple of Perth meet and greets functions and we had long chats on every subject under the sun. You are a good man and a sensitive kind man. I trully enjoyed our chats. The vessel that you are reflects the journey of your life and the wisdom you ahve accumulated along the way. It makes you a good person, devoid of mischief and nastiness and shows intelligence and warmth. You have much to offer other people and may your vessel of wisdom and kindness be appreciated by those around you, both friends and lovers. Best of luck to you.
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RHP User
10 years ago
Ah to choose a pot... a material a decoration and a condition suitable to tell the tale of me... Certainly not cracked, perhaps chipped if it was a brittle construction... Tupperware.... almost indestructible... and comes with a lifetime guarantee! Decoration... perhaps there would be a Bauhaus influence? Rectangular and made of carefully honed and machined stainless steel. Incorporated into a book case, so one never gets boored... or is it a chamber pot, solid and practical... but in this day and age admired for its beautiful glaze more than it's capacity... A pot by any other name would still be... a pot! Pot-au-Feu... a hearty French casserole... simply potty... that is me!
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RHP User
10 years ago
Quoting '50wetfigs' Isn't anyone going to be the kettle ? You can't go bringing the kettle into the question unless you have been really severely burnt. Come to think of it I have.
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RHP User
10 years ago
Are really pots too.. Originally they were made out of clay ,dating back to Mesopotamia xxFreya
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Seachange73
10 years ago
thanks for such a beautiful and reflective thread. A good time to replenish the vessel of positivity in this forum when we need it most.
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RHP User
10 years ago
In my experience, the best way to overcome issues, is to know that you are a pot, accept that you are one, and enjoy the fact that you are a pot and enjoy yourself and stop wishing that you were something else.....you are what you are! Hope this is taken with the best wishes that are intended.
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sweetgem
10 years ago
I stand strong and endure the heat and storm. I can also survive any types of force that bring upon me and I repair my cracks over the years with strength, tactics, and wisdom. - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
The clay that forms my pot has stayed has never been brittle. rather stayed pliable. It has been dropped a few times and developed a dent here and there, but by and large it's possible to smooth it back into shape. My pot was originally very simple, but it's capacity continues to grow. It is currently glazed in a rich blue and is full to overflowing.
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RHP User
10 years ago
very little hope of repair. Doesn't matter cause it was never a useful pot anyway. Never fit in anywhere. Piece of rubbish best off taken out of circulation and put in the garbage.
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RHP User
10 years ago
Standard issue pot which received a hardy early baking in the arid country air, followed by salt film from a few years of by the beach living, before being banged around in the back of backpacks and suitcases for a bit. Feels different in different hands, and has enjoyed the versatility of flavours which has filled the vessel. A few hairline cracks that are barely noticeable to those with soft hands, and who drink deeply. Enjoys a hearty filling :)
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RHP User
10 years ago
With all due respect - from here, Luck_Dragon - your pot looks nothing like your description.
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RHP User
10 years ago
That's what Townsville does to people.
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AnnieWhichway
10 years ago
We are here for you. You are part of the family. xx
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RHP User
10 years ago
Even smashed up pot pieces are capable of making wonderful mosaics. Every piece in its proper place :-)
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RHP User
10 years ago
You should never feel that way- you are a beautiful, magical person/pot with some brilliant ways of viewing things- you have helped me re-see things many times over the last few years. Xxviolet
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RHP User
10 years ago
I hope things improve real soon. xx I havent had the best couple of months. But I was brought back down to earth when I was informed a girl I knew back home had died last week. She was a lovely girl, always helping others. In her too short life, she lost 2 husbands, 2 sons and another son as good as lost to drugs. She herself succumbed to cancer. For one person to have so much bad luck isnt fair, But such is life. She was a beautiful pot who had too many irrepairable cracks. I humbly take back my post and will say maybe my own pot isnt looking too bad after all.xx
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RHP User
10 years ago
I only know you through the fora,but this I know.you are an intelligent ,attractive woman with much to offer. The career that you are embarking on is incredibly n valuable. And it will be in the future xxHugs Freya
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RHP User
10 years ago
I only know you through the fora,but this I know.you are an intelligent ,attractive woman with much to offer. The career that you are embarking on is incredibly n valuable. And it will be in the future xxHugs Freya
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RHP User
10 years ago
I only know you through the fora,but this I know.you are an intelligent ,attractive woman with much to offer. The career that you are embarking on is incredibly n valuable. And it will be in the future xxHugs Freya
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RHP User
10 years ago
Think I kinda know how you feel and where you are coming from and I know nothing anyone can say makes much difference but..... ... I know many bottle collectors, relic hunters and gold prospectors and broken pieces of pots are much loved collectibles and sought after. Especially the different, special and rare ones. Take care and I hope you find some way to put those pieces back together, even if they don't resemble the original.
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RHP User
10 years ago
If the root threatens to damage the pot... it is time to re-pot. Don't wait for cracks. If the pot has been damaged, then pick up the pieces and put it back together again. Remember to give the glue time to set, to make the pot strong again, before bedding down a new seed. And take the time to research the options first, because every seed will grow. You want one that will always fit with you and grow to compliment the beauty of you...the pot. - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
thread has gone to pot
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RHP User
10 years ago
Lilly. l enjoyed chatting with you very much, you made my first meet and greet less nerve racking as your a wonderful person. Your words are warm and to kind, though thank you. I wish l had half the wisdom and energy that you do. Have a good one, cheers.
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RHP User
10 years ago
"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts and we are never ever the same." Flavia. ♡♡ - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
Quoting 'Luck_Dragon' very little hope of repair. Doesn't matter cause it was never a useful pot anyway. Never fit in anywhere. Piece of rubbish best off taken out of circulation and put in the garbage. LG
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RHP User
10 years ago
after being rejected when a younger prettier pot appeared. On the international open market it was found by a gardener who took great care in mending the cracks and restoring it to its former glory but with extra shine. The gardener fell victim to great misfortune and moved on to lick his own wounds. The little pot felt alone and met another lonely pot. The other pot had a terrible secret which he used to bottle up and empty out regularly. Leaving the lonely pot to drown his sorrows she set off on her own journey again. She stumbled into an RHP mud bath in which she slashed around until she learned to swim again. The mud packed the holes, repairing and remoulding the little pot into a confident new Pot of Gold ready to appreciate the good things in life again without waiting to find the end of the rainbow. LG
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RHP User
10 years ago
iam one that pot never will never be put back togerter and iam ok with that
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RHP User
10 years ago
None of us will ever be without flaws. And thats ok. We will meet someone eventually and we will embrace each others flaws xx
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RHP User
10 years ago
My pot is Weatherd, mossy, bits of nature around it that i pick up through my life, bits of rubbish in and out, bugs, butterflies, herbs, x different crawler plants, overgrown at times then redescovered on those sunnydays just aftera rain, ready to bloom with some TLC, - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
Hi Freya, you most likely may not remember my posts from some time back under "Justnat", though i definitely remember your wonderful mind from the forums. And this question is so much of what counts in the world, and the world of rhp. After many years that stemmed from good ol' childhood trauma (not many of us free from that as it is all to scale after all) and in finally feeling like my pot is one again, my answer can be summarised from the author M.Scott Peck. Courage and work. It is felt that each individual inherently holds the motivation for both, the strength for Courage and the determination for Work. Yet with a set of destructive self beliefs these two traits will struggle to surface. Choosing not to accept who we are in a place of suffering and in being kind to ourselves by affording the time to look inward over the many distractions that permeate through our existence must surely be key to heal each experience of Adversity that we all face in Life. And for us to not have to look to heal alone through the compassion and understanding that each and every one beside us has their own need to heal provides a way to have our pieces rearranged by the hands of others, as well as our own, so that our gluesets and has us strong again. Hope that resonates with all that discover. Sincerly, Nathan.
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RHP User
10 years ago
That is lovely thank you for sharing hugs xxFreya
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RHP User
10 years ago
Who doesn't love hugs!! Glad it generated warmth for you Freya. Ciao:-)
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RHP User
10 years ago
There is a crack in everything ,that's how the light gets in ...,,Leonard Cohen xxFreya
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RHP User
10 years ago
All these posts touched me So much shallowness online Restored my faith Beautiful
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RHP User
10 years ago
It is a lovely thread hugs xxFreya
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RHP User
10 years ago
Your name means a pot. An ancient vessel for holding oil. An urn. Very important in the Ancient world. Have you ever made a mosaic from broken pieces of ceramic and china Mr. Urn. ?Because the pieces don't fit ,they do. Reimagining beauty. Thank you for sharing your song,it was very touching,both pain and hope. As a child I suffered physical and emotional abuse from a brutal father . I don't know much,but this I know There can be no healing without forgiveness, It is so hard to do but when you do,that person or persons will no longer hold you hostage hugs xxFreya
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RHP User
10 years ago
A small crack appeared in my pot, the araldite of the mind is an amazing thing Q
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Lovinit28andKC72
10 years ago
I would resemble something like a mosaic pot that tells an interesting story, with lots of tiny colorful pieces that have been put back together with much love, care and attention. That what makes me who I am, everything I've done, been through, achieved, lost and it's my story, ever changing, interesting, funny and a rather good read.
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