Once again I have arisen early, to see the round silver moon still sitting in the treetops, nestled in the highest branches.
Mother Goddess Moon, I call her – swift Diana with her bow, forever chasing ’round the sky after imaginary targets. She is woman unto herself, is Diana – whole, complete, empowered.
I wish I were. I know there are women like this; I’ve met them. They are capable of doing almost anything having to do with day to day living: they fix cars, clean barns, build houses, drive tractors to plow and plant their fields, rip off leaky gutters before installing ones that work, climb ladders to replace old shingles.
And then they go inside and continue to amaze me. Scraping and painting, re-flooring, wallpapering, wiring, sewing instead of buying clothing ready-made, creating stained glass and then putting their masterpieces into window frames…and on and on until I feel as useful as hair on a frog.
The one strenuous and practical task I can accomplish well is building and repairing fieldstone walls, and how often does that come in handy? So I laugh and say “I’m afraid I’m merely decorative,” although at my age I’m not so sure even that’s true anymore. The best I can do with home repair is pass the tools, hold the nails and the ladder, and cook for the people who know what they’re doing and can actually do it.
But then I think of what I can do and feel some better. I can sing songs I write myself while playing my beautiful old guitar, I can bake heavenly pies and strudels and cookies to satisfy the most demanding sweet tooth, I can write a poem for your birthday, paint a picture that can bring tears to the eyes or outrage to the heart, and grow enough flowers to beautify a whole city block of mansions. Children stop crying and smile when I gather them to me and tell them stories, and dogs and cats almost always want to jump into my lap for a good pet.
So as I gaze upon Diana, sailing in the blue-black morning of the Saturday sky, I realize once again that we all have our special talents, our gifts, and sharing them is a good way to round out one’s life. Hey, if I cook you a gourmet meal and watch your children, will you repaint my bedroom?
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Thoughts on a Saturday morning.