Et tu, Brute? — this oft-quoted famous line from William Shakespeare’s play, Julius Ceasar which most of us studied in English literature speaks of deception, the ultimate betrayal of one’s closest friend. Can you imagine the shock, the bleeding pain and disgust Ceasar could have felt at seeing his most trusted friend Brutus among his assassins?
Automation has made it possible to produce so many objects — from bread to shoes — without the intervention of human hands (assuming that pressing a button doesn’t count). What things do you still prefer in their traditional, handmade version?
Nothing gives more joy to me than food or drink made from scratch – like brewed freshly-ground coffee, just the aroma of it is enough to perk me up long before my first sip; and nothing tastes more heavenly than fresh-from-the oven bread or cake my son has baked…and what instant soup can ever compare to the delectable scent, oriental flavor and rich texture of traditionally-cooked soup, one that you cook with meat bones and tiny-diced veggies and spices for close to 4 hours?
I just love thick hand-crocheted shawls, just like the ones my mother patiently handmade for me, for nothing else can give that feel of warmth and coziness on a rainy or cold day or night. And I cannot resist the beauty of hand-crafted decorative items that can adorn the home, or be used for a purpose — native food baskets woven from bamboo or rattan, cross-stitched table runners and doilies, hand-painted bowls, to name a few. Thus, I look back with fondness to my grandparents’ house, similar to the photo above, inside of which were hand-crafted objects, like their wooden intricately-carved furniture and hand-sewn lace curtains.
I still relish handwritten notes and letters, as well as writing longhand in my various journals, some of which have been handmade with recycled paper, stitched at the edges with lovely yarns of thread.
Traditionally cooked food or drink, handmade objects, are always a delight to have, for they bear the imprint of the person that made them. They are feasts to the body, soul and mind, and each toil that goes into the making of that special object or food carries a tale of Love, a handiwork of the Heart.
When I am grown much much older, and my granddaughters will have been bigger, I shall tell them all about these…my handmade tales of love.
Looking back to the 21st of January, I cannot recall if I ever made any predictions as to how this year would turn out to be. Yet, grateful I am that 190 days later, I find my life abloom with dreams I’ve nurtured deep in my heart, bearing fruits much more than I expected. With more faith, confidence and courage, I trek on headlong to the path that awaits me.
“Your mind is like a garden. Tend it well by filling it with positive, encouraging, faith-building thoughts throughout the day.” – Maria Fontaine