Friday, June 29, 2012
Walk the Line: Pottery, Palantirs, and More June Carter Cash
All kidding aside, conquering that fear is extremely difficult for me. But what can ya do? Well, in my opinion, there is two steps to jumping back in the race: Find a Role Model and Go Pottery Painting. You guessed it. I'm talking about June Carter Cash (if you don't like her, well, too bad. Stop reading now and go get your own damn blog!) June was AWESOME. I brook no argument on that subject. This was a woman who knew who she was, what she wanted, and how to wait. Those are all traits I deeply admire. Johnny Cash once said of his wife: "What June did for me was post signs along the way, lift me up when I was weak, encourage me when I was discouraged, and love me when I felt alone and unlovable...She's always been there, and she's dependable, trustworthy, loyal, kind and cheerful - all the parts of the Boy Scouts." Personally, those are qualities I want to emulate. Cause HERE's the ISSUE: I know how frail and fallible I am. There is no question about many faults. Just ask Lesley and Maggie both of whom have endured my tearful conversations, avoidant behavior, and emotional breakdowns. To have June characteristics means overcoming my fear of being hurt, suppressing my sense inadequacy, and allowing myself to both feel and show affection despite the risk of future devastation. Because, my Darlings: There is no Crystal Ball or Palantir of Denethor. If there were, I'd have found it by now, even if that meant selling my soul to Lord Sauron himself. Everyone gives their heart away, but I think, maybe, its what we do after its gone that matters. That's where June comes in: "steel is strong because it knew the hammer and the white heat". Any ride worth taking has a few rough patches you'd rather skip. But I think it might be worth the risk if in the end you can honestly say: "You're my friend" (Walk the Line, 2006) Thus, today, I marched into Art Bayou, plopped myself down, and painted a hideous Ring of Fire serving plate to remind me sometimes ya gotta Walk the Line.