I drove by the Pot Ladies the other day. I suspect that they are wearing their Easter Hats. It made me smile to see them. Years ago I would have thought them silly and probably wouldn't have given them a second glance.
Now, I know the feeling of enjoyment that the woman who fusses with these gets. It's her creative outlet. They are her yard art. It gives her pleasure and makes her smile.
I saw her outside the other day and stopped my car to tell her that I thoroughly enjoyed driving by the Ladies. That I appreciated her attention to detail and thanked her for making my day. I know she doesn't do it for the rewards of people stopping their cars to comment. That's the first time I've ever seen her outside. She does it for herself or her family or who knows.
I was watching the news last night and they showed a little clip from the British Idol show. Apparently, one of the contestants, a 47 year old Scottish church singer, with dark bushy Frida like eyebrows, frumpy clothing and a traditional woman's body, came out on stage.
The audience, mostly young people, laughed. The judges smirked.
Until that is she opened her mouth and sang. No fewer than 20 notes were out into the air before the judges started to weep, stand up, the audience in shock and Simon, cupping his face with his hands smiling like he just saw his new baby.
Her voice was incredible. From this "laughable" human being came the most soul wrenching beautiful voice. It reminded me of the year that the overweight gentleman came out on stage and received a similar reaction and then sang opera like you wouldn't believe.
Where am I going with all of this rambling? Somewhere beyond the obvious of don't judge the package, speech. I can't quite grasp the thread but my mind seems to be going to something a little deeper. That how, as a culture we seem to be missing the trust that there are hidden "beauties" inside all of us. Many times we are quick to judge. We have to have something spelled out, thrown in our faces, hung out on the line, for us to GET IT. We label, we judge, we scoff, laugh, smirk, shake our heads and somewhere in all of that we are missing something.
I told you that for years I probably would have laughed or shook my head at the Pot Ladies. Yes, I'm shallow too. I'm learning how to be a better human, I hope. Yet, now, at 60 I can feel a sense of empathy, community, understanding of why that lady needs to create those Pot Ladies.
I want to keep looking at the world through a child's eyes. I want to enjoy things for face value. I want to be able to look at the Scottish Church Lady and see her smile her twinkle in her eyes and be happy with just that and if she can sing that's just icing on the cake. She doesn't have to validate her existence with her voice. I want to believe that just because she IS she has value. Am I making sense here?
Treat yourself: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALQCkizx4UI Sit back, click and enjoy.