I guess one could call me legitimately broken as a human being this morning. I sit here with my headband made of 1 inch elastic stretched to the measurement of my head covered with a casing of fabric to look a bit fashionable. It helps a head that hurts with no side effects like pharmaceuticals.
With a neck support with Velcro closures to keep a head upright and not collapsing. And I just found a box the right height to elevate my leg. In their right mind the patient should head for bed? Certainly.
But in me is a story about recycling. And how when television came into our homes with a promise of showing us how to do creative things, what it did too many times was to give leverage to the envious to murder the creative impulse in the young at heart.
The first attempts were not professional as the viewed painters and sewers and builders. But the dreamers had the burgeoning desires to do and all that was needed was a ‘good try!’ or keep doing!
Too often the words heard were leave the work to the professionals who are paid to do it. And the desire dies with the young and they are relegated to the growing list of spectators who are entertained.
Or the desire dies with the adults who never attempt and never know the deep satisfaction of creating something out of a raw idea.
I do not know how to inject the desire, or how to infect one with a virus for learning. I sit on the edge of the bed and urge my body to begin the day for there are things to be done. I want to try them before my name is called with an offer I cannot refuse.
I recently learned how to make useful yardage with bits of fabric fused onto web and cut into shapes such as the flowers in the vase. Exciting! Nothing wasted! Useful as it for me to do that. Just for you.well as beautiful! And fun. I can make fun quilts and pretty wall hangings to catch the sun and bring smiles to the children as they race to catch up to the mornings.
And they in turn will see possibilities that will take courage and perseverance to try and in the face of the Do Nothings who discourage them go ahead and make a difference and the classroom goes forward another day. And maybe that is all that is required.
Holding it all together just for another day. You would be worth it for me to do that. Just for you.