Kintsukuroi, to repair with gold. The Japanese art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer, understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken. You need to know this means you.
The parts you hate in yourself, the shame that hangs around at the edges when you’re vulnerable. What was done to you. The marks this cruel, graceless world has etched in your soul, how you have been dropped from a great height. Surrendered in My hands, your fragments are rendered whole, because here's the whisper of the secret wrapped in dove's wings: everything I touch turns to gold.
In this way, your history now weaves an intricate latticework of precious metal like veins across your surface, unbearably lovely. Because you always knew, in the place where your inner child sits with Me, that your essence is the 24-karat stuff, none of this plated nickel or tin, why your body receives it as a known substance.
You need to know how you glow when you face the pain and let me mend you, stronger now in the place of reinforcement. Exquisitely so.
Healing is an art, and I the Master.