I so sewed this! You can't tell, but there are threads of sea-green waves running behind the whales throughout the gray. If you live in the Tulsa area and want to sew something, visit Owl and Drum ( https://owlanddrum.com/ ) to find a carefully-selected selection of the loveliest fabrics in Tulsa!
As I am spending way too much time going mad over trying to figure out what to do with my life, here are my ideas: bake for people, sell handmade crafts/clothing, write, taste coffee, roast coffee, teach people about coffee, start a coffeeshop. Okay, this is nothing new! Maybe I just need to abandon the idea of having a "career" and give in to making a little bit of money in a lot of different ways, then start focusing on developing the skills for which I have an interest. For example, thinking about the language of the books I read instead of simply getting lost in the story and moving on as soon as it's over.
The following poem has to do with this--discovering what to do--but also discovering what I believe. My coworkers love talking about theology (a blessing!) and I think I've been avoiding theology ever since I got scared of being a hater and realized that alot of people who I may previously have suspected of having 'bad' theology actually have a much stronger faith than I do. And it seems like such a gargantuan task to start trying to rediscover who God is and what I believe about him! That sentence contains self-mockery--the opportunity to learn more about God and grow closer to Him is the greatest blessing of our lives, yet I still feel like it's a burden?!? Foolish, selfish, sinful lazybones!
I never dared to start with politics,
And quit theology when mine proved thin--
I'd rather suffer math and common sense
Than wander in that waste-gray land again.
Sweet black and white! I need a right and wrong,
A north star fixed and undisputable,
A two plus two that never equals more
Or less than four. I know, it's very dull--
But years of asking Who: is God? am I?
What for and what to do? With no reply
Has left me craving some small certainty,
Some sign that this is where I ought to be.
The catechism answers: Glorify.
Replace your Who? with simply, Here am I.
Love the poem! and all the lattes you make me :)
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, Tara.
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