It’s a good daily reminder to me of the truth of impermanence. Everything eventually disintegrates.
I often think of a frequently told story about revered Thai Buddhist monk Ajahn Chah. One of his students realized he had a favorite cup. The student reproved the teacher, saying “you’re a monk; you’re not supposed to be attached.”
“Ah,” said Ajahn Chah, “I know the cup is already broken.”
Photo: raku pot by friend Mona, who understands why it’s in the garden