Here in Asia, we are obsessed with measuring, and we used it as a tool to 'put a price tag' on every person.
But then my poor, overweight husband died a few years back , and it made me realized that I miss him, for JUST BEING HIM.
Truly, what counts most, cannot be counted.
Yes, one can only measure things that are quantifiable in some way. Yet at some point it struck me that most of the things that make life worth living - beauty, love, friendship, community, creativity, artistry, and the like - are all things that defy quantification!
Wonderful! I find it so intriguing that the quote on my teabag was "The only tool you need is kindness." And the next thing I read is THIS post! What a beautifully Perfect connection. Such Truth to what you say. There are millions of unmeansureable moments in life. I share FREE HUGS, it is not How many Hugs are given, but the intent, the connection, and the Shared moment that make each one so special. The same with Storytelling: I am a Storyteller, it is my life, my love and my vocation. and I've learned it is Not about how many people are in any particular audience, but Being Present and allowing the magic of story and Hearts to connect. Some of the BEST performances I've ever experienced both as a Teller and as a Listener were in very small audiences, that if one were solely measuring numbers would have deemed a failure. However, when we focus on the connection made, the stories shared After the performance; the deep connection made from one to another, well, That is My idea of a Success. Thank you again, I really needed this today! HUG! (a Free one, of course!) And I also leave you with this... a bit of JOY, which cannot really be measured ;) http://www.youtube.com/watc...[Hide Full Comment]
Putting my notes down today I was thinking this exact same thing... it's been growing on me, the idea - but I couldn't frame it. And then here it is - clear and lucid and beckoning.
I love this way of thinking...beyond measure. Think of how jazz would be ruined if we always measured it. Consider whether counting smiles by their physical measures alone would take away the real meaning of them. A kiss is a kiss is not a kiss. A rose is a rose is not a rose, and thank the goddess for that. Make a thousand lemon meringue pies for a Las Vegas banquet and you'll probably want to measure the flour and lemon and eggs and other ingredients for them. But I'm willing to bet that my mom's tastes better. How big is love? What are hope's dimensions? If we know the depth and breadth of emotion, do we know the meaning or value of the emotion?
Maybe all of this is why I am such a lousy carpenter. I have to measure not twice before each use of my saw, but many times, because I keep thinking about how wonderful (hard to measure), strong (good to measure), useful (ok, measurable), full of memories and possibilities the final product might be. And it does seem like this moment (essentially impossible and stupid to measure) is just fine (as is the next one, indistinct as it may be). So there![Hide Full Comment]