Someone very wise told me today that the beauty of Rome and Italy lies in the fact that it is "broken". Those words fell straight from my ears to my heart. I have lived most of my life feeling as though I was broken. Most of my collections have been filled with broken objects and our store is full of broken treasures. Broken people have always caught my soul. One of my favorite past times is to gather broken pieces, love them up, glue and paint, and end up with something new; sort of like a brand new soul filled with lots of old wisdom. Thanks to you, my wise loved one, for helping me to remember that being broken isn't always a bad thing!
Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.