Do you ever awake and wonder how it is you got here? Feeling the tug from another place and time? A world in which we are all awakened by the gentle lapping of water and a dog’s nuzzle? A world where the sun is shining and our gardens are blooming. Or, the gentle pitter patter of rain on the roof invites us to brew a cuppa’ and hunker down with a good book.
A world where everyone calls you by name. The baker knows just how you like your bread and asks after your elderly mother. The people you work with have left their egos in the desert to die, instead wanting to bring new ideas to the table so the team can birth an innovation not yet introduced to the world. Your children’s teachers actually care about kids, and knowledge, and growth, instead of counting the days to summer vacation.
A place where the stores are filled only with beautiful things. Even function can bring beauty. Where a fork worth forging is one that brings a design element to bear. Or a kitchen table. Or a notebook. Or the wicker basket used to hold your magazines. Where most of us realize that the effort to bring something into the world should be an effort to beautify the world. Or it’s not really worth doing.
In this world–the one that tugs at you from the ether–the common good matters. As does beauty. Love. Gentleness. We are less in a hurry and more in wonder. We are more in awe and less dismissive.
I often feel I have left such a world behind to venture into this one. And I wonder why . . .