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The Perfection of Imperfection
Posted By Beth Terry On December 12, 2007 @ 12:51 pm In Personal Musings | 7 Comments
I was going to post about feminine hygiene today. Don’t worry guys. You can read on safely. I’ll save that post for later. Instead, I’m inspired to write based on a beautiful post that I read this morning from blogger Chandra Sherin at Moonseeds.* I just happened upon it while scanning blogs for the subject of plastic.
Chandra relates a story about being less than perfect in her struggle to find alternatives to plastic. She writes:
I look at the packaging of my breads, chips, toothpaste, apples, vegetables in my hands, and two of my reusable shopping bags are made of nylon which is made with oil, just as the baggies are for dog walks… I realize this… The truth of the situation is that if I were to live separate from plastic, I would not be living in this society. There is no purity, there is no perfection in this world. Our connections are linked and threaded through so deeply, there is no extrication of anything from anything else, at least not as things stand now. This does not mean that everything is futile. Action still has great impact and discernment still has enormous value. Sometimes it has to be “little by little”, as Dorothy Day would say.
And I cannot look at the daily defeats of plastic in my life each day and be defeated. This is an issue that is so urgent that we need to persist despite the thoroughness of its penetration in our lives. What a strange problem we have.
Chandra is a Christian, which I am not. And yet the way that she describes the interconnections among people and objects in the world transcends specific religions and gets at the universal heart of why we care about the earth.
Anyway, Chandra’s post reminded me of my own perfect imperfection Monday night. It was getting late, a little after 6pm, and I’d had a really crappy day. Headache. Sluggish. Cancelled my dental appointment and didn’t leave the house or even get dressed. Suddenly, I realized that our company Christmas party was the next day and I didn’t have a present for my “Secret Santa” partner. I didn’t have time or energy to make something. Crap!
Luckily, I live a few blocks from College Avenue in Oakland, a wonderful street full of small boutique shops. I throw a coat over my pajamas (really!) and rush over to Itsy Bitsy , one of my favorite stores, which carries all kinds of jewelry and small items made by local artisans. “I need a gift for a friend who collects dragonflies!” I cry with desperation, flying through the door 20 minutes before closing time.
The owner is one of the sweetest people ever. Our relationship is purely customer/merchant, we don’t even know each other’s names, but she gives me a warm smile of recognition each time I shop there and makes me feel at home. So after finding me the perfect dragonfly scarf and bracelet for my co-worker, Jo Anne, she reaches for a gift box. “Oh, no thanks,” I tell her, “I have plenty of boxes at home.”
“Well, then some tissue paper?”
“Oh no. I have a lot of tissue paper, too. I’ll just carry this home in my two hands. I live just a few blocks away.”
“Okay,” she sighs, and starts to put the bracelet in a tiny plastic baggie.
“Wait,” I start, “I don’t…”
“To protect it,” she says very gently, looking visibly pained that I might carry this precious little bracelet home in just my bare hands. And then it occurs to me that she just wants to give me something. She’s taken my money for the items. But she wants to give me something extra, and this is what she has to offer. So I shut up and accept her little plastic baggie in the spirit with which it is given. In this case, having that kind connection with another human being is worth more to me than worrying about the miniscule amount of plastic in that bag.
No, we can’t all be perfect. I try as hard as I can to find alternatives to plastic, but maybe sometimes it’s more important to concentrate on positive solutions and human connections rather than to live in a constant state of avoidance. Maybe next time I shop at Itsy Bitsy, I will think to bring my own little protective bag for the object I buy and use the opportunity to share my concerns about plastic packaging in a proactive way that is a gift to her rather than a rejection.
Ironically, my “Secret Santa” recipient, Jo Anne, was also my “Secret Santa.” We had drawn each other’s names. And intending to give me a non-plastic gift, Jo Anne decided to give me the gift of a night out at the movies (complete with dark chocolate bars to bring to the theater with me.) It wasn’t until I had opened the present and thanked her that she had the same kind of “Duh!” moment that has become a constant in my life. “The Cinemark gift card is made from plastic!” she exclaimed! Red-faced, she even offered to take it back and write me a check instead.
But you know what? We can only try so hard. I love the sentiment that went into this gift (and by the way, Jo Anne suggested that I blog about the gift card, so I’m not ratting her out!) and I’m not about to refuse anyone’s heart-felt offering in the name of strict environmentalism. After all, what are the reasons for all our environmental actions, if not our connections to one another and the life of this planet? Without connection, what do we have?
Tomorrow I’ll get back to blogging about practical plastic alternatives. I guess the retreat and the gift-giving season have me in a more reflective mood this week.
*[01/01/2012 Update: The blog at http://moonseeds.wordpress.com/ has since been removed.]
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