Sunday, September 25, 2022

Windmills and Musings




















"Last night, as I sat beside a fire, staring at a busted windmill, my first thought was..."It's fucked".

My second thought was, if a windmill were to represent my life, this would be the one. How tragic it must have been to lose its once free spinning spirt... just to sit idly by now, busted, broke and motionless, destined to one day fall completely apart.

Finally, It occurred to me... while it won't be easy, both could probably still be saved..."

~Photo credit and quote by a high school friend~



As I have shared in past posts, here the broken things find homes and new purpose.  My property, like most that have had humans inhabitants for a century and more, bears the scars of humans dumping and burying their garbage and "broken things" over many decades.  Mostly it's stuff like old rusted and disintegrating chicken wire, old carpet, and similar junk that I have spent the past 16 years carefully removing and properly disposing of.  I'm convinced that there are several complete vehicles buried in the surrounding woods, maybe a few bodies, and just a lot of complete garbage.  As I am digging it out though, I turn a lot of it into odd yard art because it all has a story to tell. And I love discovering those stories and histories--new items often lack soul and character--I like the pieces that have survived and bear scars.  Somehow over these 16 years at my home, as friends have been tossing out broken things, they find their way here, as well. Waterlogged bowling balls, angels with missing wings, broken arrows, ruined dolls, cracked statues--things destined for landfills have found new purpose here and give my yard an interesting flair.  I like these things the best because of their character, their uniqueness, their stories--they have so much more to say than something fresh from Walmart or Lowes.  Here, that busted windmill would be one of my favorites and a star of the show.   

My favorite people will always be the ones that have fought hard to survive and that are still fighting.  When I look at the people in my life, many of my favorites have the darkest pasts, the deepest scars, the hardest challenges faced.  The stories they share and have given me glimpses into are sometimes so immense that I wonder how they have survived, how they are still here, how they keep going, and then I thank god that they do.  They are my own inspiration to keep moving forward--to keep going no matter how overwhelming the darkness feels--when I see them I am reminded of how amazing human endurance truly is.  I have also lost many that just couldn't fight anymore and I carry the deep scars that they have left me with.  Their story is now part of my story and I wish beyond wishes that I could have them back instead--I know it isn't easy and that sometimes the weight is too heavy--but the pain of losing them never leaves, either.   And I have so many loved ones struggling right now that I am beyond worried about.  It's hard when our thoughts spiral in these challenging directions--that darkness would swallow us whole given half the chance.  I agree--it's beyond challenging to move from being that free spinning spirt to being busted, broken, and motionless.  In windmill terms, I think I may have about one blade left at the moment, but it's still catching the wind and moving when it can.  I just keep trying to clear out the vines that would tangle it and try to be mindful of fixing those cracks as I discover them...  I needed this message today and am beyond thankful that my friend allowed me to share what he wrote and his picture.  So many in my world need this message right now--perhaps you were one of them--if so, I hope that you, too, will find a new sense of purpose and reasons to keep moving forward.

Thursday, August 11, 2022

Mending

“As for mending, I think it's good to take the time to fix something rather than throw it away. It's an antidote to wastefulness and to the need for immediate gratification. You get to see a whole process through, beginning to end, nothing abstract about it. You'll always notice the fabric scar, of course, but there's an art to mending. If you're careful, the repair can actually add to the beauty of the thing because it is a testimony to its worth.”  ~Elizabeth Berg - "The Art of Mending"~

I haven't read this book, but I love the quote.  I love this concept, in general--whether it is mending clothing, household items, vehicles, or even relationships--if it has worth, value, and there is still love there, is it not worth trying to save it? Through no fault our own, we live in a throwaway society. We have been groomed to this place where we toss aside what would have once been fixed and repaired generations ago. Sadly, most items aren't made to last and can't even be fixed, these days--which adds to the challenge. Additionally for many, what we purchase and how often we purchase it is how success is defined--the newest phones, bigger TVs, name brands, clothing labels, new vehicles, bigger homes--we always want more, bigger, and better.  Sometimes to repair something, clothing especially, somehow it is met with meaning one has less and is thus avoided in favor of the new.  This makes me a bit sad--learning to mend can lead to great creativity and problem-solving skills, in addition to the obvious--less waste and the extended life of items already owned. 

I grew up with very little. My clothing, being all hand-me-downs, was frequently stained, torn, ill-fitting and even in elementary school I was expected to hem my own clothing and do my own alterations--all by hand. Much of what we had in our home (and the homes themselves), my mom had to transform from broken to usable. It was our reality and while I hated it then, I am now grateful for the lessons and skills that I learned during those years. It's broken, torn, stained, has a flaw? No problem! These are challenges I am always up for and I enjoy problem-solving how to fix them.  Sometimes they come out great, other times not so much--but most often I am able to find a way to make it work and for it to still be beautiful.

Sometimes the brokenness IS the appeal--throughout my yard you will find angels with broken wings, statues full of cracks, dolls that were discarded, broken arrows, waterlogged bowling balls, forgotten and unloved toys, items that were once buried on the property due to no longer having value--they have all been transformed into art. They all have purpose, meaning, and a story here.  They also make my yard interesting and fun--I enjoy these items and their uniqueness--I wouldn't change any of these things.  They don't need mended because their damage is what gives them character and life.

As for mending relationships, this seems to be as much of a lost art these days as mending clothing.  Be it romantic, with a difficult family member, or a friendship--this can be tricky. Relationships have changed significantly over the past decades--we aren't as forgiving or tolerant of differences as we once were, we walk away sometimes with little reason, and in many ways, relationships with others are often viewed as replaceable, as well. Much like anything else in life, it depends upon the quality of the relationship as to whether it can even be repaired or if the attempts to repair it will be unsuccessful because there aren't enough strong fibers left to work with or there wasn't a strong foundation to build upon in the first place. Sometimes they can't be mended and sometimes maybe they shouldn't be mended. Sometimes the healthiest choice is to allow the relationship to dissolve, for the wellbeing of one and sometimes for the wellbeing of both parties. Other times, mending the weak points strengthens the original bonds and makes the relationship stronger.

Perhaps communication, forgiveness, and love are the best materials for mending relationships. However, I think sometimes relationships can essentially "dry-rot", as well--if they have been neglected too long, a small tear can rip the entire fabric of the relationship and sometimes the damage is irreparable. It depends, too, upon both parties--is one person expecting the other to overlook the damage done or to pretend it doesn't exist? Is the person that made the tear willing to try to repair it or do they expect the other person to do all of the work? Mending a torn relationship takes work from both parties and if one person ignores the tear, that tear will likely continue to rip until there is nothing left to work with--no matter how much love there once was or how much the other person tries to fix it. Or worse yet, when the tear is one that both sides blame the other for and they choose to rip the hole wider, instead of working together to repair it--often there is no coming back from that, either.

I know it is said that relationships are like plants, that they require regular watering to flourish--even that cactus that needs so little may eventually wither after too long without water. Attempts at mending after too much damage has been done is similar to overwatering a nearly dead plant--it's often too late. 

Sometimes no amount of love or mending can fix things. Perhaps sometimes, the trickiest part is figuring out when to let go and when to keep mending...

Saturday, January 8, 2022

Wisdom from Nadia Bolz-Weber

I adore Nadia Bolz-Weber and almost always appreciate her outlook and wisdom regarding life, the world, and the realities of the human heart.  I love her blunt, yet still somehow gentle, approach to living in the world and trying to maintain sanity during insane times.  This is an older one, but a friend sent it to me today and as always, it came exactly when I needed it.

I know that the past years have seen me slipping further and further away from being the friend and the support that people are used to, need, expect, and want me to be.  I have missed birthdays, messages, important posts, important life events, and have been absent when people needed me most.  The truth is that being sick this past year has taken more out of me than I had to give.  I try to make it through my work sessions, but even that wipes me out. I don't do phone calls, I don't do texts, I am lucky to get through half of my private messages and then I am done again.  I'm spread thin, I am keenly aware of that, and I apologize to each of you.  My stack of unsent Christmas cards is still sitting to my right, along with the letters friends have sent that I read, loved, but still have not yet responded to.  Birthday gifts that are still unsent from January 2021 through the unsent Christmas gifts of 2021 are still waiting for me to get them wrapped, packaged, and mailed out.  There are now large boxes everywhere that have friends' names written on them--the boxes get fuller and fuller as I collect more gifts that I wish to send, yet somehow I can't get that far.  

I'm not trying to make excuses, garner sympathy, or any such--each one of us is struggling hard and has been for far too long. I know that. I'm also not pledging to do better in 2022--while I wish that were the case, it isn't fair if I make such a pledge because I cannot yet live up to the expectations of others--I know that.  If anything, I will likely be retreating even further from the world as I try to heal myself. I applaud each of you that is still functioning like a well-oiled machine and that is managing to maintain the same level of energy that you had a decade ago--you need to be bottling that stuff and sharing it! For those of you that are struggling to pick yourself up and move forward--I see you.  We are living through a timeline that none of us are enjoying and it is exceedingly challenging no matter which side of this great divide you are on. It's ugly out there from every direction that I can see. 

At any rate, this was my first time seeing/reading this one.  It was exactly what I needed, today--I suspect a few others could benefit from this one, as well--so I am sharing it here.  I had a very similar conversation with one of my clients yesterday and realized how much, as I was saying it, that I needed to hear it, too. We are all fighting unseen battles in addition to living through a timeline that none of us want, like, or is enjoying.  Take time to refill your own buckets and go lightly when you discover others are trying to get through their own days with empty buckets. We are all struggling--be kind--not only to others, but to yourself, too.  Few of us are equipped for the amounts of stress we are carrying. 

"I just do not think our psyches were developed to hold, feel and respond to everything coming at them right now; every tragedy, injustice, sorrow and natural disaster happening to every human across the entire planet, in real time every minute of every day.  It’s not an issue of values, it’s an issue of MATH.*"  SO. MUCH. YES.

If you can't take in anymore, there's a reason an essay on circuit breakers, empty buckets, and the shame-show of social media