


Some say you’re lucky
If nothing shatters it.
But then you wouldn’t
Understand poems or songs.
You’d never know
Beauty comes from loss.
It’s deep inside every person:
A tear tinier
Than a pearl or thorn.
It’s one of the places
Where the beloved is born.
~ Gregory Orr, Concerning The Book That Is the Body Of The Beloved
One from my “saved poem” file from a poet who writes from knowing deep loss and nearly unbearable grief.
A poem that touches on the essence of my writing and my wabi sabi life. That beauty is found in life’s imperfections and comes from its losses. That with time, in a life sometimes broken, but mostly well-lived and much loved, such beauty becomes polished, like the grain of sand that becomes the pearl, rubbed inside the oyster’s shell. It’s like that for all of us – deep inside every person – if we choose to look at life this way
For the past many years my earrings of choice have been silver-grey freshwater pearls, embellished with tiny sterling silver beads, a signature design from Canadian jeweler, Effie Baker. They’re an interesting juxtaposition to the simple diamond studs that I always wear, my birthstone, and a Christmas gift many years ago from my husband. Last summer, after a long wait and good fortune, I gifted myself with a pair of baroque pearl earrings hung from antique Chinese silver and enamel made by another Canadian designer Soma Mo, first seen during covid and for many months sold out. In recent months, I’ve taken to wearing hers every day.
There’s something about pearls that speak to me of the feminine…originating from the watery realm of feelings and intuition…their voluptuous shape and subtle luster…how they become warm with wearing. These pearls remind me of the love in which these two women artists create…a love then gifted to me when I was attracted and responded by allowing myself to purchase them.
The beauty found in, and from loss, that when rubbed up against, as in life, becomes transformed. The beloved born in that.
What a poem and pearl earrings can evoke.
Much love and kindest regards, dear friends.


Wabi sabi is literally one of my favorite concepts. Beautiful.
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Mine, too. Thank you.
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A bow. Thank you!
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Lovely way to frame the sorrow of the loss of my beloved husband – thank you so much.
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My condolences and thank you for letting me know how this poem landed for you. Kindest regards…
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Such exquisite ear rings! And, of course, a story about them from one with such panache! Ann
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Smiling with this reply, Ann. Thank you.
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I love both of these. As you know.
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Yes, I know. Thank you.
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