elisariva

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Cracked Pot

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Today was my rest day. I must admit, I am getting used to it too. After a busy weekend of training, getting a little extra sleep and taking it easy on my body feels quite nice. I did go to yoga this evening, it is a vinyasa yoga basics class. Good movement but not too intense. At the beginning of the class the instructor suggested finding a purpose for the class, something to focus on. The first thing that came to my mind was “Peace.” Peace in my mind, with relationships, at work, and peace inside with each breath. I left feeling at peace – so I guess it worked.

When I got to my car I received an email from a very dear friend with a link to a blog that when she read it she thought of me and how I look at life. The blog is linked here. It is called The Story of Two Pots. The blog is copy protected so I won’t copy it, but suggest you hit the link and check it out. I did, however, research the story and found that it originated from a Chinese story and found it also on a link at Amazing Women Rock. That I can copy and add below. We are all not perfect, but we all have something to add. Celebrate the good, even faults have a hidden benefit.  Here it is:

The Cracked Pot: A Story For Anyone Who’s Not Quite Perfect

crackedpot origA waterbearer in India had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole, which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it. While the other pot was perfect, and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the mistress’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to her master’s house.

The perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream: “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”

Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”

“I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your mistress’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in her compassion she said, “As we return to the mistress’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.

But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?

flower pot2“That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them.

“For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my mistress’s table. Without you being just the way you are, she would not have this beauty to grace her house.”

Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We’re all cracked pots.

But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. We’ve just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

There’s a lot of good out there.

 

 

 

Author: elisariva

I want to encourage everyone to follow your passions, not just what is easy. It is in overcoming hurdles and barriers that we truly test our limits and abilities. There is much more we are capable of if we only believe in ourselves.

7 thoughts on “Cracked Pot

  1. I didn’t read the story because I’m as close to perfect as God will let me get (if you get that you should be laughing), but the rest of your post was A #1. 😉

  2. Feel good Tuesday morning story 🙂

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