Kenny Two Feathers a Penobscot Elder and friend told me
nothing is perfect.
Makes life so much easier when one does not have to achieve perfection or can't.
I find I relish imperfection and celebrate it.
Many suffer trying to reach it. How sad.
What a waste of time and energy.
If an assembly line turns out thousands of "perfect" same things,
how boring.
AND You end up with something that looks like everyone elses.
how boring.
My first vase not so perfect.
I love its imperfection and it is anything but boring!
Second vase
my third creation
and number 4
Imperfection
I am falling in
love
with my
imperfections
The way I never
get the sink really clean,
forget to check
my oil,
lose my car in
parking lots,
miss
appointments I have written down,
am just a
little late.
I am learning
to love
the small bumps
on my face
the big bump of
my nose,
my hairless
scalp,
chipped nail
polish,
toes that
overlap.
Learning to
love
the open-ended
mystery
of not knowing
why
I am learning
to fail
to make lists,
use my time
wisely,
read the books
I should.
Instead I
practice inconsistency,
irrationality,
forgetfulness.
Probably I
should
hang my clothes
neatly in the closet
all the shirts
together, then the pants,
send Christmas
cards,
or better yet
a letter
telling of
my perfect
family
But I’d rather
waste time
listening to the
rain,
or lying
underneath my cat
learning to
purr.
-by Elizabeth Carlson
