Posts tagged ‘pride’
Ok so, not really that long but it feels like it…
I was given a really awesome super special gift this weekend
It’s a collaboration piece made by Nathan Bray and Cody Bartz.
I need to do a little more research,I’m not exactly sure who did what..
Here’s where they both signed the bottom, so I’ll have proof it’s authentic when they both get really famous.
You can see the awesome flashing effects the soda kiln left on the clay body –
I love the soda kiln!
And I managed to get this amazing gift because I am just that cool…
..also because one of the handles cracked.
But it looks really fitting with the crazy faceting through-out the whole piece.
I’m excited because I have a great use for it.
Last summer I bought this house plant from home depot – I’m not sure what kind of plant it is
anyway, the thing was thriving all summer and fall, but as soon as winter came and it was getting no sun the poor thing just started to die a little more every day. More and more leaves kept falling off of it.
I think I gave it too much water, and it was in a vase that didn’t have holes in the bottom.
By December there was just one stalk left, with 2 leaves. When those last 2 leaves fell off, I finally set-up a heat lamp for it.
But I came home one day and one of my cats had bitten in to the stalk, and it was almost completely snapped in half, except for a thin strand of fibers that were still hanging on.
I grabbed a pencil and some tape and bandaged the near dead plant back together.
Since then I’ve been saying hello the plant every day and give it encouragement to keep growing. I know it sounds like crazy-lady stuff but here’s proof that talking to your plants actually works!
Slowly but surely more and more leaves have sprouted out, and new blossom formations are getting ready to sprout open.
I carefully transplanted it from this green vase and put it in a big plastic cup with holes on the bottom.
I also gave it sugar water to jump start growth (hopefully)
the plan is to let it get stronger in it’s new, nutrient-rich soil, transplant it once more into a larger rectangular pot, then put that inside my awesome Bray/Bartz pot.
The whole thing will be a symbol of what can be accomplished when you have a little faith in something.
It’s cold outside. (duh, this is Minnesota, and it’s the 4th day of February.)
I drive by some one who is walking outside and immediately pity them:
*Maybe they have no other way of getting place to place in the freezing winter?
Then logic butts in with:
*Maybe they spent all their money on liquor instead of saving for a car?
*Maybe they enjoy walking and feeling the brisk air?
*Maybe this is a pity tactic to get picked-up and they have far different intentions that just bumming a ride….
(as in to rape an honest, good-doer citizen and dump the body somewhere and run away with the car…)
Regardless, I don’t stop to ask if they’d like a ride.
But this is different.
I live in a trailer park, and have often seen a disabled man out to get his mail.
His walk is slow and staggered because of a strong limp. His plight to get down and back up the hill that goes from his trailer to the mailboxes always gives me a feeling of courage and hope (I think I can, I think I can)
Today he had a backpack, and he went straight past the mailboxes and continued walking towards the road.
Where was he going? To work? Grocery shopping? How far would he have to walk? Would he have a ride back home afterwards, or would he have to walk all the way back again?
My heart ached from the confusion. I wanted to drive over to him and offer him a ride – that’s the Minnesota nice thing to do. Hell, I would help him get his groceries too and bring them back to his house if that was the case!
But I don’t know how to approach such a thing without putting him down.
Maybe he walks places because it gives him self-worth. Every time he makes it to his destination he has defied the odds.
Nobody wants to feel pitied, especially someone who pushes through a disability so forcefully that it makes them stronger than any “healthy-bodied” person.
But everyone does need support, and to feel they aren’t alone.
I know that if it weren’t for the kindness of strangers I may very well have been dead many years ago.
What would you do?
Ask the man if he needs a ride, or let nature continue on its course?