And it set me thinking.
As an artist and as a woman, I'm constantly trying to do things that require more than two hands. Stretching canvasses, walking two goats, knitting my Shetland shawl together, frying 14 cheeseburgers for the crew at work...you get the picture. How is it that we have all arrived at this place in time where we mostly are on our own? I think of the people I know who farm alone. We run businesses alone. Alone, my husband cuts down large trees in the forest. We drive long distances alone. Build sheds alone. Sometimes we raise children alone.
Long ago, when farming thrived and clothes were made by weaving or knitting and paints were hand-ground, humans were surrounded by EACH OTHER. And helping was part of what one did. Nowadays, we have to force ourselves outside of our little spheres and contact each other - by mail (snail or e), by phone, by Facebook, by blog, by walking up the street, by driving across town.
It's harder. But not impossible. So I tell myself: don't forget to ask for help. Don't forget your neighbors. Don't be afraid to grab a surly teenager & request assistance. Don't go into the forest alone. There is no need.
Think I'll call Kathy.