I’m a child of the sixties – born in 1958, my young childhood was shaped by the sixties. Like most kids of the day my world view came from family, school, and television. My TV watching preferences included cartoons, Petticoat Junction, The Beverly Hillbillies, Get Smart The Brady Bunch and The Wonderful World of Disney among others. Our life was not perfect, but I knew nothing different and I was happy.
My husband was born in 1947 and grew up in the fifties. This period of time is often idealized for the economic prosperity that came after the end of WWII. The nuclear family was strong, people began moving for work thus increasing opportunities for economic success. For a child, this must have seemed like a magical time to grow up. My husband had a happy childhood.
We were children and we viewed our world as children. Those experiences have helped shape us into the adults we are today. We have both grown and expanded our horizons of beliefs and now can view the times we grew up in through less rose colored glasses. We can recognize that not everyone had the kind of life we had. No child can possibly understand that concept, but as adults we can look back and see through adult eyes the inequalities.
One of the things that seemed to hold us together, as a country, was the shared vision of us as Americans. We have continued to evolve throughout history and, though often painful, we continue to evolve. This time feels different. I feel isolated and helpless. I believe that there are lots of folks out there silently feeling as I do, desperately needing to know we are not alone. I need to move away from the shouting to find a place of peace and purpose.
I find solace in God and expression in my art. I am a fiber artist and that is where I go to express what words cannot. I prayed this morning, thankful for a new day and a new opportunity to reach out to the world. This blog is part of my daily work. I also asked for wisdom and guidance in communicating what can no longer be done verbally. We are living in a time where no matter what one person says to another, the potential exists to be misinterpreted. It is as though the words are scrambled in midair before reaching the other person’s ears, much like the adults in Peanuts cartoons , it all sounds like gibberish.
I pulled out my sketchbook and recorded four or five pages of ideas for art pieces that express the disconnect I see and feel. I even have a title for the collection. I now have more inspiration than it seems I have a lifetime to create. But, I will take it one step at a time, seeking God’s guidance along the way, as my hands are doing the work but it is Him guiding the message.
I believe that as citizens it is important to know what our elected officials are doing – or not doing. I watch and read, staying informed; however, once informed, I will not dwell on these events. I will dwell upon the things that are good, pure, righteous and of God. For what I dwell upon transforms my mind and spirit. God is order. God is love and peace. That is what I want in my life and I know where to go to find it.
Until tomorrow, may your day be filled with good thoughts and a peaceful heart…