Last Thursday Levi’s Station to Station arrived in my hometown. True to form, I had brought my little sister along.
At one point during the evening we were separated. Embarking on a sisterly search, I walked towards the door, looking for a short bobbed head of hair among the crowd of hip eighteen to thirty-four-year-olds. Instead I found my new friend in his Folk Fibers shirt.
“Hi Elizabeth. You enjoying the show?”
“Yes, ” I answered. “But I’ve lost my little sister.”
“So that’s where your twitter handle comes from.”
He laughed, then his face changed to show genuine concern.
“Do you think she went outside?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. ”
I anxiously crumpled the plastic cup that was still in my hand.
“I actually have no idea.”
“She can’t be too far.” He paused.
“Have you seen the Makers Yurts?”
“Of course. They were the first thing I saw.”
He jerked his head back in the direction of the yurts, their lights even brighter from our dim spot near the sound stage.
“Let’s go back there then.”
Once inside, we stood in silence, arms crossed, watching the newest Makers video, this one featuring Josh Gilman’s Slowpoke Leather. We were surrounded by items that could have only been created by people truly taking their time.
I’m not a maker – not yet. But I still have a gift I can give and a craft I can perfect every day – right mindfulness.
Remaining vigilantly present – difficult indeed, but I’m working on it.
There are thousands of routes towards the temple of truth- being a maker is just one. Find a mentor and heed their advice. Remain persistent on your path. Start now slowpokes! Dallying is not recommended.
Not long after entering the yurt, my sister walked in.
“Hey, I’m hungry,” she said. “Are you?”
“Yes, very,” I answered. I was hungry, maybe just in a different way.
“Don’t worry,” I said, swinging my arm around her. “I gotcha.”
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