I vividly remember a dream I had when I was on tour in 2002. Pretty sure we were in Oklahoma City.
I was at an artist’s studio, a ramshackle wooden shed painted white. It was outside on the greenest of green lawns, one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen.
There were mosaics, mirrors, pinwheels spinning in the breeze, chimes ringing. The artist was there, but he was invisible. He said every creation in the studio had been fashioned from discarded things.
And in my life since then, I have seen so much trash turned to treasure. The list would create an unread-ably long post. I’ll have to piece them out for later. (What a stoopit-blessed thing to be able to say.)
Recently I got to work with this practically. I wanted to build a mini raised garden for our back patio.
After a fruitless trip to Lowe’s fretting over which lumber to buy (it was a sight to behold involving aisle-pacing, tape-measuring, and much scratch-paper draftery), I came across some discarded fence wood someone had put out for garbage collection in our neighborhood.
A few nails, loosely-measured hand-sawings, and cuss words later, we got ourselves a little herb garden.
I love looking at it and knowing what was headed for the landfill is now full of herbs and ‘maters.
Aaaand, life lesson link, go.
Happy summer, y’all.