It had lost its shine.
The leather was stained and soft.
The seams were fraying where fingers had pressed and spun it over countless practices.
No one reached for it first anymore.
But when the new balls were gone, it still found its way into someone's hand.
Still flew.
Still mattered.
Shinto
Spirit remains even in the worn.
Maybe especially in the worn.
Nothing touched by love and use is ever truly discarded.
Daily Takeaway
Today, honor the worn-out parts of your life.
They still carry strength.
Journal Prompt
What part of your life has grown weathered but still holds value?
How could you honor it with new gratitude today?
Honor the Small.
Respect the Moment.
Trust the Path.
Ever since I heard about it, I've loved the Japanese concept of kintsugi. Especially with regard to the self. Worn and oft repaired but of value nevertheless.