My old girlfriend is a good example. She’s been married for over fifteen years and she has two beautiful children. But her relationship with her husband has gone sour. And so last summer she told me she was leaving him. And then she did. Then she left their counseling sessions altogether. Nothing I say seems to make her want to go back to the husband or even to the counselor. She just gets defensive. And the lawyers are not helping me make my case. In fact, they are making it more difficult.
Thistles and thorns sprout up in the gardens of our lives every day. And one must be careful about weeding them out. No one likes to get his hands dirty doing the labor. But it is important work nonetheless. It does not help that we live in a disposable society where things of great value are routinely thrown away as if they were worthless.
Lately, I have experienced great joy putting my hands on an old guitar and plugging into an old amp that someone has taken the time to restore with great care and relentless attention to detail. If it is true that objects can be restored then how much more true is it of people? And how much more worthwhile is the effort?
As I finish the last few lines of this series I am looking across the room at that old Takamine guitar that hangs upon the wall. It isn’t the cedar or the rosewood that makes it so beautiful. It’s the scratches on the wood that remind me of all the times I fell. I’m just grateful someone was there to pick me up. In my life, there are so many stories left to tell.