Good Morning
Everyone,
I'd like to
share a poem with you:
Wild
Geese
By
Mary Oliver
You
do not have to be good.
You
do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert,
repenting.
You
only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell
me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile
the world goes on.
Meanwhile
the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the
landscapes,
over
the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile
the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever
you are, no matter how lonely,
the
world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild
geese,
harsh
and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of
things.
I've
been asked to share my thoughts about my wood shop with others and here is what
I think:
For
me, my shop is a special, sacred place. Yes it's almost always a big mess with
wood shavings and tools scattered across my workbench but when I walk in, all
the cares in the world suddenly take a back seat. I have found that creativity
and imagination are the greatest of gifts.
Working
in my shop often puts me in a meditative state-as I work the wood I get to
experience it in it’s fullness. I see the amazing grain patterns and beautiful
colors, and I smell the wonderful scents that each kind of wood has. I can stop
and listen to birds calling one another and hear the movement of air across the
landscape. I contemplate about the
amazing diversity of our world, both natural and manmade and I wonder if wood
turners in the past wondered about all this. I bet they did.
August
31 was the 6th anniversary of mine being laid off and since this
coincides with Labor Day here in the US, it’s always an unpleasant time.
For better or worse, we are defined by the labor we perform. It acts like a script that tells a
person where and what their place in the world is and it directs a person’s
generative spirit. When that script is suddenly gone, the experience can be
bewildering and it’s very easy to loose yourself.
This
year, however, was different. I’ve come to understand that gifts are something
inherent in people and they cannot be taken away. They are here to help us to
navigate the world. And yes, they are the gift of a gracious God who
knows we will need them for the journey.
Creativity
and imagination are gifts have helped me find my place in the world again and I’ll never loose
those gifts no matter what happens in life.
VW
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