In thinking about the busy week I just had, I am reminded of the children’s book “The Velveteen Rabbit” by Margery Williams, and my favorite quote from it:
“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’
‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.
‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’
‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’
‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
This week was my ribbon cutting with the Hampton Area Chamber of Commerce. It was posted in our local online news on Patch (click link to see). So, now I must be “real”, right? The reality is, the work is just beginning, the skin horse is right. So, I will make sure I don’t have sharp edges, I know I don’t break easily and I really hope I don’t loose my hair in the process. I really, really hope my eyes don’t drop out though!
In addition to my ribbon cutting I was also able to complete a painting this week. It was from a photograph I had taken at the Portland, Maine Yacht Club after my first sailing experience. It was a great day, the weather on Casco Bay was wonderful. I had a shot at steering, but that bit about not steering into the wind kinda got lost on me. Regardless, no harm done and it was pretty clear, this sailing stuff requires a person to pay attention. The other tidbit about steering in Casco Bay is that you are careful not to run into the lobster traps when you see the buoys bobbying around in the water. Besides the fines being very steep, I would not want to upset a lobsterman. When we returned to the dock, I was continuing to take pictures. I turned around for a last look and there was the picture of the day. A sailboat, brilliantly white from the sun, perfectly positioned in the archway of the boathouse. The island in the background and all the other boats scattered about on their moorings added a sense of poetry to the scene.