13/08/2026
After a summer pause, I find myself thinking about what it really means to return.
Vacations give us distance from our routines — different places, different rhythms, moments with the people we love, and sometimes enough stillness to notice what has quietly changed within us.
And returning doesn’t always mean coming back exactly as we left.
We are taught to hide the cracks.
To repair quietly.
To return looking untouched.
But what if the places where we broke
are also the places where the light enters?
Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold — not disguising what happened, but allowing the fracture to become part of the object’s story.
I keep thinking about this.
About the parts of ourselves we try to put back exactly as they were.
The memories we carry.
The things we outgrow.
The moments that crack something open inside us.
Perhaps healing is not about becoming who we were before.
Perhaps it is about meeting who we are after.
After the falling.
After the silence.
After the letting go.
This is where I want to begin again after summer.
Not perfect.
Not untouched.
Whole in a different way.
My Kintsugi Soul.
This is where Poetry in Movement begins again —
with the body as our language,
movement as our poetry,
and all the pieces of ourselves invited into the room.
A new chapter at Laura Iva Studios.
