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pearls of synchronicity…

26 Tuesday Jul 2016

Posted by Ardys in Family, Inspiration, Life

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family, life, synchronicity, Wisdom

You have probably heard the expression ‘pearls of wisdom’, and to some degree that befits this story. However it is even more than that. It is a story about paying attention to our commitments, the feelings of others, and being in the moment.

We had a visit with Mum in March, tho we have just returned a few days ago from our most recent visit. During the March trip we arrived one morning to her apartment and she presented me with a small plastic bag and the remnants of what was once her favourite pearl necklace. Knowing I used to make jewellery and still had the tools, she said to me “I know it isn’t worth much but it means something to me, will you fix this for me?” To be perfectly honest, I didn’t want to repair it because my jewellery making days are done. I’m kind of like that when I’m done with something. I don’t usually go back to it, though things can wax and wane over the years before I reach that point. But I would do just about anything for my lovely Mother ( just as she has done for me over the years) so I said I would do my best and return it to her.

Mum’s memory is not what it used to be (not sure mine is either, for that matter!). There are days when she remembers things and days when it is a struggle. She told me she had forgotten to remove the necklace before going to bed that night and it had broken in her sleep. She had searched the sheets and carpet for what pearls she could salvage but I could tell from looking at the remains in the bag, some were missing. The cleaner had already come that morning and vacuumed and changed sheets, so any unfound pearls were well and truly gone by now. That would make the task more challenging.

As one does with things about which we are unenthusiastic, I delayed repairing the necklace until a couple of weeks before our return visit. I estimated there were about 20 small pearls missing. Perhaps you will call it luck; I call it synchronicity, that the only pearls I had, other than a few freshwater pearls, were small glass ones. They were the perfect size and near perfect colour to complete the necklace. How did that happen?

When I returned the pearls to Mum, she was visibly happy, and immediately started to tell the story of how she came to have them. It was the first thing she bought herself, with her first pay check as a registered nurse, back in the late 1940’s. I had never heard that before and was so glad I had persevered to repair them.

A couple of days later, my niece was visiting us and the conversation led to my recollection as a small child, probably in about 1959 or 1960. I was watching Mum getting ready to go out for the evening; most children are fascinated to watch their parents do ‘grown up things’. I recalled her putting on makeup, which she seldom wore, and then opening a velvet covered, shell-shaped box to retrieve the jewellery inside it. Mum sparked up as I was recounting the memory, and said

“That was the box the pearls came in, and I still have it!”

“What?” I was truly shocked.

“It is in the bedroom in a little compartment on the bed head.”

Sure enough, when I went to look, it was there. It was an epic, full circle moment, an insight to my Mother’s life that may never have happened–if her necklace hadn’t broken, if I had not kept the tools to repair it, if I had not honoured my word to repair it, if she had not kept the box, if my niece had not visited, if Mum hadn’t had that moment of clarity…if, if, if…

Life is much more miraculous and surprising at times, than anything I could ever imagine.

pearls and box from ~1948
pearls and box from ~1948
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that which was meant to be…

16 Wednesday Sep 2015

Posted by Ardys in Life, Synchronicity

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And what was not possible all too easily becomes the story of our lives. Indeed, our lived lives might become a protracted mourning for, or an endless tantrum about, the lives we were unable to live. But the exemptions we suffer, whether forced or chosen, make us who we are. –Maria Popova, Brainpickings

Perhaps, we are partly what we never were able to be, but I believe we are also that which we have found was not what we wanted. And then there is synchronicity –that which was meant to be.166920_277436458994754_95635753_n

Even 40 years ago when I graduated from University, most of us were ill prepared to enter the work force. We had to jag a lucky break or someone to mentor us. I had tried to answer ads and arrange interviews but no one was really hiring a freshly churned out Fine Arts graduate. There was a fellow who had done some design work for my Parents’ business a couple of years before. He said to me, if I ever needed any help, to contact him. It was pretty clear I needed help. Having no idea what he meant by the offer, I decided to find out.

He saw me immediately and told me straight up, he had no position open–but he had a spare drafting table and if I wanted to come to his office every day, just like a job, he would teach me what he could. In return, if he had a few scraps of work he would send it my way, not for pay, but for the experience. Who in their right mind would answer such a non-job advertisement? But, I was so excited to work in a real studio and for someone willing to teach me, I accepted without hesitation. It was nearly a three quarter hour commute, each way, and I had no car yet (no job, no money) and no public transport. However, my supportive parents let me use one of their cars some days, and other days I got a ride with a friend who worked at a radio station nearby.

Over a period of several months I appeared each day in his office and tried to soak up what he had time to teach me. He was very generous. One of the things he taught me was how to use type. He helped me see that even though a picture may be worth a thousand words, we seldom see a picture in the advertising world, that isn’t coupled with words, even if it’s just the company’s name who paid for the ad. Those words are important, both in what they say, and how they say it visually. Unaware, the reader could be impacted by the actual typeface that was used. You may have heard of typeface names like Helvetica and Times, two of the most common, but there are hundreds of others.

Some days my focus would shift to seeking further interviews in hopes a paying job might eventuate. My friend who worked at the radio station was in the same building as the ‘sister’ TV station in Cincinnati. We both still lived 45 minutes east of the city with our parents. She asked the artist at the TV station if he would just talk to me and perhaps give me any tips he might have. The interview was arranged and my friend and I were going to have lunch afterward. His office was in the lower level of the building, in a rather creepy corner near the news cameramen’s workbench. But of course, to me it looked exciting–the ‘nitty gritty’ of a TV station–oooo. The following week the artist was in the middle of showing me some of his work and telling me what a dull and thankless job it really was, and being generally discouraging, when his phone rang.

He answered and then turned to me and said “The call is for you”. Huh?

When I took the receiver, it was my friend who had arranged the interview saying to me “Get out of there now, meet me in the lobby. Tell him your Mother is ill or something, just meet me in the lobby”. It was all very cloak and dagger in my naive experience and so I packed my portfolio quickly and thanked the man, mumbling something about my mother being taken ill, and beat a hasty retreat.

Once in the lobby she said, come with me, there’s someone you need to meet. She explained she was just talking to ‘a new guy’, telling him I was there meeting the artist. He told her to get me away from the artist, and upstairs to see him as soon as she could. She took me to the executive offices and introduced me to a charismatic man who then explained to me he was the new Creative Services Manager and wanted to have a look at my portfolio. He picked up each piece and talked to me about my education and other life experiences, particularly about the previous summer studying in Italy, and my recent work experience. And then he held up a card he had been carrying that had on it a single typewritten word. He asked me “What type face is this?”

After careful analysis I said “Helvetica”.

“Helvetica Bold, to be exact” he said, “but that’s close enough”. It was the icing on the cake of that interview, he later told me. He wouldn’t have hired me if I didn’t know anything about type, because in those days much of that job had to do with using type to create camera cards and ads. Now, it is all done with a computer. The cloak and dagger tactics were used because the artist I was talking to was about to get the sack, and I was hired to take his job!! It turned out the guy was as creepy as the location of his workspace, and had a bad attitude for learning the new methods I was eager to learn. I was the Graphic Artist, promoted to Art Director for several years, becoming the Creative Services Manager when my mentor moved on, four years after hiring me.

That fateful day after the interview, I had gone back to the artist’s studio to pick up my materials and tell him I’d gotten a job, and that his teaching me the typefaces had proved invaluable. I asked him how I could ever thank him? He told me he had made that same offer to dozens of students over the years but I was the only one to have ever accepted. (Maybe I was the only one desperate enough!) And then he said, ‘just help someone else someday, that will be thanks enough’.

Years later, at a TV station in Florida, I was able to pay it forward in a couple of ways…one was to an aspiring young artist I hired for a summer. The other, when I hired the woman who later became the wife of the Creative Services Manager who originally hired me. Meant to be.

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