How Far You Go

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.

–George Washington Carver

Whew! Where did Saturday go?

I spent it at the yarn store, where I learned how to fix mistakes (sort of — my memory isn’t photographic) and socialized with folks. And yes, I bought some more yarn, but not a lot.

I finished a scarf, which will be a Christmas gift. Not much else happened yesterday. And today I’m skipping church in favor of a cup of coffee. This afternoon I’ll go see a friend and before I know it, the day will wind down. I still want to make Christmas ornaments from clay. Luckily for me, I won’t have to go to a job on Monday, so there’s time. 🙂

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6 Comments on “How Far You Go”

  1. Laurel Says:

    I love love love that photographic “quilt” of your artwork that you posted below. I almost commented several times on various pieces that you posted, but didn’t. Nice to see them all together like that.

    What would I have said if I’d commented? I think you already said it. I’d noticed that many of your pieces of art were communicating what you most want. Lots of fertility related images–some blatant, some less so.

    Christ, you get more done in a day than I get done in a year, creatively, socially and otherwise.

    In response to your post below regarding feeling the need to pray yet not possessing any faith/belief in a deity, I’ve felt that need/urge too and it left me feeling lonely and bereft. I wanted, fervently, to pray to god and believe that he would hear my prayer when my father was dying. My mother, her sister and I walked to a beautiful old church that was a block away from the hospital and I remember sitting there during mass feeling nothing. I think one of the folks who commented on that post said what I was going to say: Pray to yourself. God is love. Jesus is who we could all be if we only tried. So pray to that higher self within you. Certainly, you’ll hear your own prayer—and maybe even answer it. (smile)

    I love coming here, K. I love seeing your art and your life. Thanks for sharing it so generously.

  2. gerry rosser Says:

    Skipping church? Two days ago you said you didn’t believe in a deity. Why would you need to “skip” church? Things that make you go “hmmmmm.”

    I have known people who never mentioned deities, religion, church (or exhibited any other evidence these were important or even extant) who, when they had children, decided to take their children to church because they “should be exposed to it.” Call me petty (or a poop) but why would a parent want to introduce something to their kid if the parent, after all those years of life, had rejected that something to scrutiny and found it worthless? Religion will impinge itself on the growing child anyway.

  3. Kathryn Says:

    It’s Unitarian Universalist — a liberal community of social activists who may or may not believe in a deity. It’s a church in the sense that they have an order of service and acknowledges the need for spiritual expression. I attend more for the connection with this community. UU communities often have smaller groups within that explore Buddhism, paganism, humanism, Christianity, etc. I think it can be very helpful for a family to become involved with such a group, particularly since we have lost neighborly connections since the advent of t.v., computers, etc.

    Also, people’s needs change. What one rejects and calls worthless at one point in life might be seen in a different light at another.

  4. Kathryn Says:

    L, thanks for the shower of words. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. 🙂

  5. gerry rosser Says:

    A cogent reply, I nowstand informed and corrected (and hope I didn’t offend you). And you are right about lost neighborly connections.

    In our new (almost a year) location, the guy across the street spends his time picking on people for such “sins” as parking too far from the curb (kerb for the Brits) and other such stuff. Even the homeowner’s association is tired of hearing his petty complaints. The guy next door on one side collects expensive sports cars, has one or another of them detailed in his driveway almost every day, and doesn’t wave back when waved to. On the other side, the guy spent much of his leisure time while our home was being built grousing at the workmen and has never spoken to us. Another neighbor couple we had started being friendly with has their house for sale, and we have not seen them in months. Another couple who built a house a few doors away (we took them out to dinner while our respective houses were under construction, same builder and all, they never reciprocated or otherwise contacted us afterwards) decided to put it on the market before moving in.
    It’s a very quiet, pretty place, but our transient society makes it less than warm and fuzzy.

    When we moved in, not one immediate neighbor came by to say welcome. A couple much younger than us, about a mile away by road (inside the neighborhood–it’s a circle so as the crow flies they are just a few hundred yards away, across the lake) brought us a bottle of wine, all because the lady rode her bike by just as we were moving in and I engaged her in conversation.

  6. Kathryn Says:

    Hey Gerry, no offense taken. We’ve been more fortunate in that we know the names of some of our neighbors and exchange greetings. One has been wonderful — she catsits when we go away, and has given us lovely gifts (a REALLY sweet one when we got married). The only people we have never exchanged a word with are the neighbors directly across the street.

    Such an isolated world. I wonder when exactly the shift happened. When I grew up in the 60s and 70s, we knew our neighbors — not well, but enough to chat briefly. When our elderly widowed next door neighbor died, it was my father who found her at the bottom of her cellar stairs.