After instinctively putting my hand over my heart, the first thing I did after hearing about Doc Watson‘s passing was smile a loving smile. There’s no way I can count the hours I’ve spent listening to Doc’s music. He was, is and will be a blessing.
I’d listened to his music for years before I realized he was blind. I loved him even more after knowing that.
My paternal grandmother was blinded in her 30’s. Before then, she’d been a cake decorator. She remained one after a car accident (and subsequent surgery) took her sight. Then her cakes looked like a blind lady did them. And her customers remained fiercely loyal.
Life really IS about using our cracked-ness, isn’t it? And Life so full of opportunities to choose how we’re gonna roll with It.
So today, as I move slowly and deliberately because of the adventures of MS, I’m going to paint handmade paper posters and listen to Doc’s music. I might even make a really ugly cake.
Thanks, Doc. And thanks, Grandma Bearnes.
How do YOU celebrate your cracked-ness and roll with It?