Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Happy Hearts Need


Working Hands

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphorae for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries out for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.”
Marge Piercy (from “To Be of Use”)

I once visited a Cherokee museum. There were woven bowls that would hold liquids without leaking; leather sacks tanned to such perfection that they could be used for boiling water or cooking food. My great-grandmothers made quilts from old clothes; blocks of fabric from husband's pants or shirts, sewn onto newspaper squares and then cut to size. I love to make things that are useful things, too—like goofy “forever green” market bags and purses, place-mats and coasters. I've made bed-sized quilts and wall quilts, wrapped-rope and pine-straw baskets and crocheted rugs. Some of us just have to make things to be happy, and making things that are useful is even better.

I believe everyone is happiest when they are working at whatever they love. I honestly don't know anyone whose ideal life is to do absolutely nothing all day. People who are in their last year of employment are frequently asked what they will do when they retire—“Nothing,” they say, or “As little as possible.” That's great for about a week, and then they start to be at loose ends. We structure our days by the work we do. One of the most difficult challenges of retirement is figuring out how to provide structure when employment is no longer a factor. Men buy woodworking equipment, a gym bag, and learn to play bridge . Women stack up all the books they've been wanting to read, enroll in yoga classes, and volunteer. There's a program here in Birmingham called New Horizons. It's designed for retired folks to hear lectures and have discussions with folks who are still working—in history, science, medicine, literature. It meets every week-day for half-day. It is designed to keep their minds sharp and to fill at least part of the day with something stimulating.

Idle people are not happy people. I feel certain that the folks who are out of work right now because of the government shut-down cannot wait to get back on the job—even if they complain about the job at every opportunity. And not simply because they need a paycheck. They also need to feel like they are contributing to society. Anyone whose ever watched day-time television knows it is not a solution to boredom—sorry, but it seems the fastest road to brain-rot to me. Don't tell the networks.

So, if you're someone who's nearing retirement, prepare ahead of time to create work for yourself. Yes, travel, and see the sights you've always wanted to see, but few of us can do that indefinitely. When you come home again, get your hands and your head back into the game—it will lengthen you life by a lot of years, and create contentment in your soul. We humans are like ants and bees; we need to feel like we are contributing to the hive.

                                                        In the Spirit,
                                                             Jane

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