We Covet Old Crockery…
An old crockery pot lay against a crooked stone wall. Dusty and hot in the sun. Chipped just a tiny piece in the back. I nudged it with my toe, and while I knocked loose part of the stone behind it, nothing crawled out, so I considered it safe to pick up. I blew off some of the dust, wiped a bit of the grime away, and thought I might have found a treasure. How old? Who was to say, and what difference did it make? What I saw was beautiful… and I had a use for it. It was brand new to me.
Age really isn’t an issue — even ours. All we know for sure is how many years we’ve had, but we don’t even know how old we are until we know how long we have yet. We’re standing at the beginning of the rest of our lives. What will we do with it? Time and duties and circumstances have left their dust on us. How will we blow it away and polish up our own usefulness?
In an earlier post, Childhood Dreams Fulfilled?, several people left comments regarding the lateness of the hour as they began pursuing some of those early dreams that had been blocked by circumstance until now. Yet all of them are moving on… pursuing what was buried either because of duty or because someone unwittingly had trounced on those dreams.
Sliloh and Dee are both talented artists and writers. Their blogs are not just delightful, I learn something whenever I visit either one of them. Both have overcome circumstances that might cripple some — but they tend to their respective passions… and life is good.
Wendy wrote: I am another late starter. I wasn’t allowed to go to university, so after being edged out of my computing career due to my age, I went to a TAFE college for 3 years and then to university and finally got my BFA last year. I am very lucky, because I now have a nice life teaching painting, book art, and working on the website & advertising stuff for an acrylic paint company. So it is never too late.
I think Wendy is “lucky” because she has pursued her dreams. I agree completely — It’s never too late.
Susie wrote: I so relate to this Barb. I was informed that all the art I loved, writing, sculpting, painting, musical instruments would never get me anywhere in life, so opted for the “real” world. I’ve raised my family and now disability has actually allowed me to come back to my passions…oh life is grand!
Viki wrote: I think our childhood dreams never really die, but are always lingering in the back of our minds, patiently waiting to emerge… My artistic ability is what made me shine during my childhood, but I was told time and again that I couldn’t make a living with art. So I pursued something more practical - accounting. Sure, I was good at (it) and (it) brought in decent income, but it wasn’t fulfilling. I was eventually attracted to the web design business and now writing, both of which bring out the creative in me and indwell me with a sense of fulfillment and peace.
I love stories like these. There are several others as well, all the comments heartfelt. I’m grateful to you all for sharing something so personal in such a way that each of us knows we are not alone.
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| An old pot sits in the sun against the stone, waiting to be useful. Take it, plant it, and nurture your treasured dreams. Today is a beginning. |
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