I have adopted an outlook that makes me feel a lot better about a lot of things. If I can’t FIX it, I’ll make it a FEATURE.
Within reason, of course.
If the loo won’t flush, I’m going to fix it. If there’s an offensive smell hovering in the kitchen, I’m going to fix it.
There are things, people, and circumstances, that cannot be fixed or transformed into something else, no matter how hard we wish, or beg, for it/them to do so.
The sage Serenity Prayer is all we can say, over and over again.
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference
In my country we are blessed with built-in braai areas (pronounced ‘bry’ like ‘try,’ and the Afrikaans word for ‘barbecue’). We ignore blustery winds, wet wood, and choking smoke.
Our permanent outdoor braai structures are for cooking meat, blackening veggies, and charring cheese & onion & tomato toasties.
It’s where you build your fire.
The structure often provides a surface area for the grids, beer bottles, tongs, fire starters, chips (you’d say crisps, I think), dishes of raw meat tenderizing in marinade and, in the old days, a fat-sprayed portable radio for essential sports commentary (now a sleek, flat screen, wall mounted TV).
The little complex of six units where I live has unique challenges. It’s cute and pretty, but there’s not much cash in the communal kitty. Scraping meager funds together to do basic maintenance has us fretting. Finding enough to do aesthetic, but not necessarily urgent, jobs is currently out of the question.
Naturally, my unit has a simple braai area. My braai is missing a couple of bricks. One portion looks like it was blasted away by a little bomb.
I’ve given up on the idea that I’ll make another braai (barbecue) on my bricks. I could do it, and have done so, many times. But …
I made an unpatriotic decision and dispensed with braais (plural, pronounced ‘brize,’ like ‘prize’) altogether. I did not enjoy looking at the sorry structure when it wasn’t on fire, and my stainless steel grids were stolen. I was in a huff for about half an hour before I had my FEATURE moment.
I am slowly transforming my braai area into a succulent micro-garden. It’s water-wise, hardy, and unfazed by the scorching sun.
Where the bricks are missing and scarred, I patiently packed in soil and an amazing growing medium a national grocery store gave me each time I paid for goods. Inside a promotional little garden kit was a thick ‘soil’ coin that swells and grows into a neat stack of wet pseudo-soil when you water it (I wonder if it’s made of coconut hair or similar? Perhaps you know?) Terribly exciting and wondrous.
I cut ‘slips’ from well established mother ship plants and simply push them into the mix, much like a florist pushes stems into florist’s foam (Is that what the spongy stuff is called?)
My timing is unintentionally perfect. A little rain falls and those blessed succulents wriggle down and snuggle up to the broken bricks like girlfriends in the laps of returned soldiers.
You have no idea how happy that makes me.
I have a plan.
Cutting by cutting, pot by pot, I’m making a hot garden. Scheming and dreaming of cushions on the tabletop surface; I sat there today and thought A-ha!…a reading and writing nook this is. I’m on the lookout for small cement sculptures (metal will be nicked) to nestle in the corners; stones and shells and skulls too (my eldest son will find me some of those, I know).
It takes time and that’s what makes it worthwhile, fulfilling. It’s a project.
Humble beginnings have the best chance of happy endings when our love, vision, and tender attentions are immune to the pressures of time.
Obstacles – limited funds, time, or resources – become opportunities to practice creativity, ingenuity, recycling, imaginative problem solving, gratitude, patience, and joy.
I’m doing it. I’m doing it with what is available to me right here, right now, and at no cost. The sense of accomplishment, the delight, is derived from that. The thrill of creation is combining elements at hand to make something by my own hand.
I’m just a beginner but hey! to begin is to win.
Last week I spent a few days in my hometown and visited the marvelous Soil for Life garden. I’m a bit cross with myself for not taking a photograph of the motto painted on boards planted among all the veggies and flowers. It succinctly urges one to begin now, with what you’ve got. Tell me if you know the exact wording.
I’ve applied this principle to my hair, smile and skin, the aspects of myself I cursed and lamented as a teenager and young woman (too curly, too toothy, and too pimply). Now they shine. Why?
I accepted what is and did the best I could with what I had.
I’m sure, if you think back, you’ll remember doing precisely this, without conscious thought or fanfare. What you couldn’t fix you turned into a feature. Am I right?
Thank you for popping in today and sharing my excitement.
12 thoughts on “Can’t Fix It?”
I love this, TeaShell! Do what you can where you are with what you have. That is real courage and creativity. Thank you for sharing your project with us.
Thank you, Fay! It’s coming along nicely so an updated photo will have to be posted soon 🤗…and I appreciate your kind words 🌸
I enjoyed this post very much – you’re absolutely right, sometimes we aren’t afforded the possibility of fixing something so appreciating a new use is the next best thing. Your group of units actually struck me as a nice place to live – I hope it is. Will be thinking about this message as I go about decluttering my house this January x
Decluttering seems to be in the stars…I’m itching to get into my cupboards and clear out! Our little complex has complex challenges which encourages engagement and getting to know one another and working for the common good…so it’s unique 😉 Thank you for visiting and commenting and let me know if you find inventive ways to give items new life… 🌸❤️
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Loved this one… such positive, joyfulness!!
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Thank you Natalie. I’m happy it feels that way… I’ve made progress and will have to post an updated photo soon! 🤗❤️
Amazing! Loved your description of the little succulents snuggling into the soil like girlfriends snuggling into the laps of their much missed soldier boyfriends!
Wonderful encouraging piece of vivid, sometimes funny, writing. Look forward to next post…..soon please. xxxx
I’m so pleased you enjoyed the post and the succulent girlfriend imagery! 😄 Thank you, and I will do another piece soon…if all goes according to plan… 🌵❤️
I hope these links work!
I think the last one ties in so well with your post:
Start where you are
Use what you have
Do what you can
As you do, and have done, so wonderfully, for so long xx
That’s it Máire! Thank you! You always pull the rabbit out of the hat 😃 Those are the words I was rummaging in my brain for : start where you are, use what you have, do what you can 👏🙏😍
How beautiful! I think it’s wonderful how you transformed something “broken” into something gorgeous and alive! That teaches us about so many things in life. If something isn’t how we want it to be – throw it away, or give up on it, or ignore it – but this…. this is Fantastic ❤ ❤
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Thank you so much! It’s slowly but surely ‘growing’ and I feel enthusiastic about it. 🌵🐌❤️
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