Chop wood, carry water.
I spent the afternoon sanding canes for Amadio. It was the coolest thing. You take these raw, jagged sticks with the texture of bark and then sand then untill they are as smooth as latex. And the experience itself, of just sitting and doing something that required no brain input was wonderful, total sensory.
As a social worker, I don't get a lot of results driven work. Usually it takes years before I see an improvement in a client. But today I finished sanding 48 canes and when my job was done, my job was done. Amadio is not going to call me tonight and tell me to come back because one of the canes had an emergency. I have blisters on my fingers and my arms ache but there was a start and a finish and I felt like I accomplished something as I laid each one on to the finished pile.
I wish there was a finish pile for lost souls. How easy it would be to just sand away the pain and turbulence of their life and leave them smooth as silk, ready to be made colorful and useful and whole.
Today I chopped wood, carried water and found nirvana. Perhaps tommorow I will find one of my clients a fucking job.
(edited because I am tired and rambing)
I spent the afternoon sanding canes for Amadio. It was the coolest thing. You take these raw, jagged sticks with the texture of bark and then sand then untill they are as smooth as latex. And the experience itself, of just sitting and doing something that required no brain input was wonderful, total sensory.
As a social worker, I don't get a lot of results driven work. Usually it takes years before I see an improvement in a client. But today I finished sanding 48 canes and when my job was done, my job was done. Amadio is not going to call me tonight and tell me to come back because one of the canes had an emergency. I have blisters on my fingers and my arms ache but there was a start and a finish and I felt like I accomplished something as I laid each one on to the finished pile.
I wish there was a finish pile for lost souls. How easy it would be to just sand away the pain and turbulence of their life and leave them smooth as silk, ready to be made colorful and useful and whole.
Today I chopped wood, carried water and found nirvana. Perhaps tommorow I will find one of my clients a fucking job.
(edited because I am tired and rambing)