I’ve decided I got my courage, my sense of self, and all my primal
values from my mom. I got my imagination, my sense
of humor, and my creativity from my pops. Also, like
them I am not brilliant, prolific, or have unwavering
talent. My best quality is my stubborness. Second best
is my gift of wild wonder I never seemed to lose. There are
many things we just couldn’t wrap our heads around like
politics, math and failure. It takes a lot of hope
and “let’s try anyway” to live in our world.
When bogged down with should and shouldn’ts,
as well as do and don’ts, our will and imagination
takes over. We lived like magicians who rejoice
in making the invisible visible. My mom was a seamstress
and my pops
was a mechanic and inventor. As for me, getting the right
words in the right sentence at the right time
can be gratifying as using my imagination to
produce a sculpture, pot or vase. I’ve found passing time
thinking, researching and fulfilling my own
potential makes my heart sing and my eyes bulge
with excitement. This labor of love is like being wrapped
in the arms of angels. I am encouraged by Pablo
Picasso who tells us, “Every child is born an artist.”
Maybe, just maybe, I am an artist, too. Although
I am master of none, I do seem to be "jack of all."
Peace and happiness for many of us does not always
depend on faith, moral virtue, still less on money.
Although wealth and all the delightful things money
can buy makes us happy, it cannot keep us happy
like bringing our true purpose to fruition.