Dinghy, 6X8, oil on canvasboard, Carol L. Douglas. |
A man was fishing in a small boat, not particularly doing much of anything, when one of those bumptious, officious âself-made manâ types wandered over to give him some advice.
âYanno, if you put a little effort into it, you might catch something. Get yourself a sonar fish finder and an engine for that boat, and you might actually find some fish.â
âWhy would I want to do that?â asked the fisherman.
âWell, this hereâs great fishing country. I bet you could set up shop as a guide, take people fishing, maybe get a fleet of boats, take lots of people fishing.â
âWhy would I want to do that?â asked the fisherman.
âTo make money!â yelled the exasperated man.
âAnd why would I want to do that?â asked the fisherman.
âSo you can retire and have time to fish!â
M. is a returning student for my Sea & Sky workshop, so of course I have a vested interest in her being rested, healthy and happy by August. Sunday, she reported: âI sold one of the looms (to finish paying off the winter fuel bill for one of the apartments) and put a second coat of primer on the dormer windows on the back side of our house while my husband mowed yards. How many years till I can retire?â
Getting out of a similar grind has been my goal for several years. I find my acquisitiveness waning. I noticed it while house-hunting in Maine, when I was content to look at properties and say, âThat would make a great project⌠for someone else.â
Sign of the times. |
If youâve never visited a Whole Foods Market, theyâre a temple to pampered dissatisfaction. Iâm hardly the only person to notice this; thereâs an internet meme, âOverheard in Whole Foods/Waitrose.â In a way, these stores are our cultureâs temple. They sell necessities totally divorced from need. Their customers may be the punchline to a joke, but theyâre really just an extreme example of a malaise weâre all prone to.
Yesterday a friend asked me how I was coping with packing. My first reaction was an old campfire song: âIâve got that joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heartâŚâ And then I actually apologized for being happy. It runs against the grain in our society to admit that things are pretty good. We caution against tempting fate.
The Harbormaster’s Dinghy, 6X8, oil on canvasboard, Carol L. Douglas. |
Yes we all suffer, and I donât mean to make light of that. But the things from which we sufferâillness, death, uncertaintyâare eternal verities, and even they have been pushed back by science.
If I suggest to people that they count their blessings, they usually start and end with their loved ones. For some reason, our material blessingsâour nice houses, cars, and bank accountsâarenât generally included. But we are rich beyond most peopleâs wildest imaginings. We have more than any other people in the history of the world, and still weâre unhappy.
I admire beautiful things as much as the next person; I just no longer covet them. |
Like many bad behaviors, this is both sinful and self-destructive. Itâs sinful because it denies God the proper credit for our blessings. Itâs self-destructive because it robs us of joy.
We really could spend less time building and more time enjoying what weâve already built.
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