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School Clothes

At the beginning of August, we made the annual trip to Sears, Montgomery Ward, and Porteous Mitchell to pick out clothes and shoes. What we couldn’t find in stores, we found in the pages of the Sears catalog. Just about everyone we know did the same, although the choice of stores might vary. Most everyone got at least one new outfit and a new pair of shoes for the first day of school; after that would come the outgrown hand-me-downs from older siblings. That new outfit heralded the new school year just as much as a new home room and a new grade level.

School shopping is still alive and well; the local Target is full of families preparing for the upcoming year. So is the local LLBean – backpacks and water bottles. But a new outfit for the first day of school isn’t as big a deal – people buy new clothes throughout the year and in larger quantities than in the ’60’s and ’70’s.

I don’t think it’s a bad thing that a new school outfit is no longer a must-have. It must have been an awful way to begin the year for the children who didn’t have them, and heart-breaking for the parents who couldn’t provide them. That doesn’t mean there aren’t judgements made about clothes: now, it’s the designer label rather than the newness that matters. No matter the era, some way of separating those with more than enough from those with enough from those with not enough is in place.

Years ago, when talking with a guest about living into higher levels of compassion and spirituality, Oprah Winfrey remarked that she liked to visit those upper levels of spirituality for tea, but would choose to live on a lower level – because the wardrobe was better there, and she didn’t want to give that up. It got a laugh, of course, but a slightly uncomfortable one.

The first day outfit in elementary school, the team or work uniform, the gowns worn to mark advanced degrees earned, the stoles to mark ordination; all are outward signs of intellectual accomplishment or requirements fulfilled. Is it when we no longer need these, when we put these aside, that we walk through the doors of the house of wisdom and love, comfortable in our own skin and ready to learn?

The Yearly Migration

It happens every year, starting three weeks before the first day of school: the annual migration of parents and children to their local libraries. They are looking for copies of the books assigned for summer reading (There are the rare early birds who do this in June, getting the books read before summer activities and travels).

The first few who come through the door find several options on the special display of required books; the rest find empty shelves where the now-checked-out books recently sat. Most accept this, resigned to buying books online or at the local bookstore; a few put a hold on the library copies, hoping they will be available in time to read before school starts. Others get upset, calling the library useless and stomping out the door.

I understand the frustration and disappointment these migrators feel – I feel the same when I show up at Market Basket or Trader Joe’s on a Monday morning and find empty shelves. If I continue to show up at the same time with the same expectations, I’ll end up with the same empty shelves and the same disappointment. The only way out of this is to change my migratory pattern, to show up on a Monday evening or a Friday morning when the staff has restocked the shelves. If I do this, if I change, I’ll find what I need and then some.

It’s not easy to change our patterns, but it’s possible. It takes effort, it takes a change of perspective, it takes a certain flexibility to adapt to the world as it is rather than expecting the world to accommodate our current patterns. Perhaps this is the first lesson of every school year.

Back To School

It’s August 19th. Labor Day is almost three weeks off. But the yellow school buses are out and about: several of the local schools are back in session, with several more welcoming learners next week.

I haven’t darkened the door of a classroom, at least as a student, for a long time. But I’ve spent most of my adult life telling stories and leading classes of one sort or another. It might be fun go back to school – to look at the reading, writing, and (a)rithmetic once again. As well as all the other things…art, music, drama, languages, etc…

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