“I would like to buy your spinning wheel,” said Katie, “how much do you want for it?”
“Three hundred dollars,” said the woman.
Katie reached for her purse.
“I prefer it to be paid in cash,” she said, “it means a lot to me. I would very much like it to mean a lot to you.”
Not having cash, Katie drove several blocks to the bank and returned with the payment in full.
Years later, Katie still has the wheel and has become quite the master spinner, treasuring the wheel the started her on her way.
“Practice makes perfect,”
yes, but what is perfected?
why is it perfected at all?
All those hours of seemingly vain repetitions,
the pain, the frustration
the cursing at the art form
and the Divine
and whatever thing or being you can think of
to blame your inadequacies on.
But yet, still, despite all this the best of us press on,
through the dark times
and the periods of fault and failure.
Finally, after all the falling down
and getting back up again,
we reach the top of the mountain
and suddenly everything-
every unsavory experience-
was worth it
for that one, fleeting yet sublime glimpse