Today’s WordPress prompt asks, “what ordinary skills are you bad at?” An interesting question. I guess we’re all “bad” at something although that’s such a subjective and judgmental word that I’m not sure “bad” is an effective way to describe anything.
So, okay. What ordinary, daily thing am I less than effective in doing? The first thing that comes to mind is remembering what day it is. In other words, I’m not so great at the skill of memory: ask my husband, my children, my friends, my students. If I don’t write it down, I probably won’t remember. And this isn’t an age thing, it’s a pretty much all my life thing.
So I got to thinking about that. Actually, I wonder about memory a lot, write about memory a lot, try to figure out why I remember some things and not other things a lot.
Now here’s the funny thing. My son just called and asked why he couldn’t get on a family website anymore and when he repeated the password, I realize I’d changed it and forgotten. Oh. Good thing I write things down. Especially passwords.
I’ve thought a lot about memory, and one of the things I’ve considered is how much I rely on what I call “messages.” In other words, much of what I rely on are the words that come into my head to tell me what to say. For example, most mornings when I wake, I ask myself, or my mind, “what day is it?” and wait for an answer. I find that odd. Not that it happens, but that I do it at all.
In some circles that would be called schizophrenia and in others mysticism. I was somewhat startled, reading the book Muses, Madmen, and Prophets to learn that hearing my name called from somewhere outside me (i.e. not in my head) was a signal of schizophrenia. I’ve heard my name called most of my life. What? I ask. Sometimes I get an answer and sometimes the call simply turns me in another direction. I’ve considered those moments spirit’s promptings.
But then it’s also true that many mystics have been medicated out of their minds, so to speak. Seeing signs and wonders is not necessarily a valuable commodity in our world. At least, not since Freud. Carl Jung, on the other hand, was a little wiser and willing to be filled with wonder.
So there you are. A musing on musings. A wondering attached to what do I do least well. But then again, another question arises: perhaps our weaknesses are also our strengths if we recognize and accept them. Perhaps by allowing my hard drive memory, as it were, to remain empty of unnecessary verbage, I’ve allowed it to fill with space dedicated to spirit. I suppose the argument could be made that spirit resides in our hearts not our heads, our solar plexus not our amygdala, but perhaps spirit, in whichever way we follow it, resides wherever it wants to.
Right now it said, find an image of hands knitting. So I did. Hopefully that image means something to you.
Happy New Year! May your journey bring you peace of mind, peace of heart, and a healthy body. What more could you ask?
9 thoughts on “My Ordinary Skills”
Knitting reminds me of trying to find the opening in those plastic bags on a roll in the grocery store produce section. I knew a woman who hypothesized that in retribution for American interment camps during WWII, now every 10th plastic bag actually has no opening!
The thing I do not-so-good is……wait for it…..mind my own business!
Maybe my mind gave me the knitting image just to see what kind of a rise it would get out of folk!! Funny. Obviously not warm and cuddly and comforting at all. I love your take on it.
Knitting is one of my worst skills. If it’s a skill. I tend to think it’s a diabolical scheme perpetrated on humankind by animals who wanted to get even.
Well that was a laugh right out loud gift! Thank you. Ovviously it’s not YOUR everyday tying things together sort of image!! I love it. Happy new year, my friend. J.
I love this entry 🙂
i don’t do nothing well. when i need to do nothing, i don’t do that well……
Ah, yes you do…. you just wiggle more, that’s all….
I love your “musings”, Janet!! They inspire me!
Thanks, Rebecca! And I appreciate your commenting.