Kaketsugi, or ‘invisible mending’ in Japanese, is a remarkable cloth-mending technique. The process involves repairing damaged cloth—in an astoundingly exact manner, to the point where you can’t even tell it was damaged.
Bonshō (Buddhist bells), also known as tsurigane (hanging bells) or ōgane (great bells). You have seen them on TV; they are large bells in temples in Japan, Nepal, or Thailand – used to summon the monks to pray. Bonshō is struck from the outside using a handheld mallet or a beam suspended on ropes. To me, the bell cries, but in Buddhism, it symbolizes calmness and a call to prayer.
Our crying and shattered hearts long for Kaketsugi. It wants to lessen the pain from loss by wailing like a Bonshō struck with a giant hammer, if you didn’t notice. I want to discover a getaway route like a high-rise apartment building’s fire stairs when I am searing inside from broken dreams, dashed hope, or loss. My heart is engulfed in such flames often and leaves heaps of ashes from burning emotions; I don’t know what to do with it. I find myself sitting in the rubble, longing for the fire escape. The irony of this urge is that I can flee the wrath of fire that burns in my heart but cannot elude the lasting scar. If not anything, the heat destroys the facility.
My analysis frequently reveals that it’s not the scars of the heart; I must deal with countless shattered pieces throbbing in pain all over my psyche. The sensation permeates my genes and affects how I may turn out in the future! I become paralyzed thinking about the strategy to begin the healing—mending the brokenness! Tranquility evaporates, and my impoverished soul races out in search of the alchemy that may not exist but has provided hope to many, a lust for Kaketsugi for the heart. However meticulous my craftsmanship might be, the ache reverberates always!
Or, it could have been that I needed to explore rituals to transform me into a brave being and improve my skills to tend the wounds instead. It’s an essential skill to conquer since only a few ruptures of our emotions can be healed completely. The moon bears the blemishes to portray, but we can still radiate with shortcomings.