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  • For our wedding we were given a set of four Rob Ryan plates by our friend Annie. Intricate deep blue paper cut designs illustrated with warm & wise words on delicate white plates. Gorgeous objects.

    This morning, as my toast raised its golden head from the toaster, I found myself reaching for one of our plain, pale green plates instead of the Rob Ryan plate next to it. I caught myself. What was flashing through my mind?

    You might break the expensive one if you use it. It might wear out. You don't deserve to use the expensive plate with your ordinary breakfast. Save it for a special occasion. Save it for a rainy day. Save it.

    Of course, I took the Rob Ryan plate.

    We are all afraid of impermanence. One way of dealing with impermanence is to squirrel our precious things away, where they will be 'safe'. For 'safe', read 'go mouldy' or 'get forgotten'. If I use my Rob Ryan plate more, it is more likely to get smashed on our unforgiving slate kitchen tiles. But oh, I will have enjoyed it.

    As it says on Rob's plate, other planets cannot be as beautiful as this one. But only if we remember to see it. To make use of it. To savour the taste of it. With open hands.

    Only if we let things smash on the kitchen floor when it is their time to be smashed.

    Wear your mohair cardigan today, start that notebook you were saving for when you had something important to write down. Eat that expensive Manuka honey in the back of your cupboard. ENJOY your beautiful objects (and people) while they are here.
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