A Piece of Scarf
I've made you a piece of scarf.
Yes, a piece of scarf.
It's blue and bluish in a
crisscross kind of pattern I've just learned
called a basket weave.
Except it's not a basket
and I didn't weave it.
It's a piece of scarf.
Quite striking actually,
interesting at the very least.
And yes, I suppose it is only the very least
a piece of scarf you can never wear,
you can never wrap around your neck
or drape over your shoulders.
It's only a piece, mind you.
A piece of scarf
for you, though
a token of my affection
a hint of warmth and coziness
that I can't quite deliver in full.
A piece of scarf that is visible
in its incompletion,
whose potential shows up
in thousands of missing stitches.
Es hilft nichts
Da ist nichts zu machen
Das wird nichts mehr
Yes, you have heard this before and maybe you preach it on your own time. It’s the relationships that matter and keep me engaged on social media.
It’s the relationships to people and their ideas that compels me to stay up later than I ought to, to leave longer blog comments than I originally intended, to delight in good news that a friends are sharing not only with the world but also with me.
It’s the relationships that ideas enable. When we each bring a bunch of our ideas to the table and have a potluck, we celebrate a conversation.
Two Twitter friends just sent news of their kids doing brave and meaningful stuff and it pleases me to respond and share in that moment of pride. Those are the relationships I mean.
I dug into a long post about the challenges of teaching writing to “today’s students” and I found a statement that made all the difference for me: “many of the reasons that children fail at their pursuit of ethical lives must be placed at our feet.” The relationship between the idea and my experience is formed almost immediately. I mean these relationships too.
Every hour that I spend on here is costly and worth it. I have these many relationships to thank for that.