• Rethinking

    During a recent trip to the Minneapolis Institute of Art (MIA), I was surprised by a curator’s note about a sculpture in the Native American art gallery.

    She said she’d reconsidered what she’d written about the sculpture years before. I’d just begun to read the note when a friend called me away, so I don’t know the exact points the curator made. 

    To me, the actual content of her note didn’t matter as much as the phenomenon it represented. I was struck by her admission—that an institution like a museum would acknowledge the need to reassess. I also appreciated her basic statement—she sees things differently now.

    Since the late 1970s when I became an adult, many Americans’ views have evolved regarding race, gender identity, sexual harassment, and so much more. Marijuana use was flat-out illegal in the 1970s, but now recreational use is legal in 18 states, and a number of other states permit medical marijuana. Until 2015, same sex marriage was illegal in many states. 

    A lot of widely held views from 40, 30, 20, and 10 years ago have caused immeasurable harm. 

    Pain caused by ignorance is real even if the person or institution didn’t intend to be hurtful, but that’s a different category of wrong from meanness or a stubborn refusal to learn as new insights become available. Intention matters. 

    Historical context also matters. I’ve abandoned many views that seemed mainstream years ago. I know better now. 

    This is a small personal example, but when our sons were babies more than 30 years ago, we had bumper pads on the crib and covered the boys with blankets. They also had stuffed animals in the crib to keep them company. I wouldn’t do it now, given what we’ve learned about babies smothering and sudden infant death syndrome. I didn’t know better then, but I’ve learned and changed.

    Sometime in the last 10 years I read that commenting on someone’s non-European name was ‘othering’. Until it was pointed out, I had no idea. I thought my remarks would be seen as taking an interest in the person. Now I understand those comments are offensive and I no longer say them.

    I don’t know what the MIA curator learned—if her perspective about artistic merit broadened or if she gained an enhanced cultural awareness. I’m grateful she acknowledged the change and hope museum-goers don’t judge her on her past views without considering her evolved views.

    People do learn, regret, try to improve, and change. I certainly have. I also realize what seems right and appropriate today may very well be judged harshly forty years from now. 

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    9 responses to “Rethinking”

    1. Rachel McAlpine Avatar

      Luanne, in New Zealand adoption activism has been mainstream for decades. We adopted our baby girl in 1969 and the tide began turning within a couple of years. All has been well, we know and love her birth mother, who also did what seemed best at the time.

    2. Bev Bachel Avatar

      I have been dealing with a lot of regrets lately…appreciate the reminder that we can and do change.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        When I feel that way, I try to remind myself that I used my best judgment at the time. Later I might know more and do differently.

    3. Luanne Avatar

      Ellen, good post! I agree with this to about 98%. Sometimes the reanalysis needs to be reanalyzed, but for the most part all of this is good stuff. Case in point: adoption. When my husband and I adopted our kids we didn’t think it through too much. We wanted children, and Korea had babies who needed homes. Perfect match. Now I know that a lot more effort needs to be put in keeping babies with their birth parent(s) or at least culture. I used to see adoption from the point of an adoptive parent only. Now I try to see it from the perspective of adoptees and birth parents, as well. Lots of adoption activism going on, but it’s still not really breaking into the mainstream yet.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        You make an excellent point! You used your best judgment at the time. Now your understanding has broadened.

    4. Ann Coleman Avatar

      I think that’s why honest and respectful communication is so important! Unless we listen to each other, we have no idea when we’re causing offense.

    5. Eliza Waters Avatar

      Live and learn, as they say. We continue to evolve, hopefully for the better.

  • Somewhere on a Beach

    February 2021 brought the 5th coldest ever 10-day period of weather to the Twin Cities going back to 1873.

    Our frigid Minnesota temps were being blasted on the radio.

    “Let’s leave for a month next year,” I suggested to Jody.

    She was working remotely. What would be the difference if she was managing projects from a home office in Florida? 75+ degrees. Sunshine. Heat. Warmth.

    What surprised me is how much I’m enjoying all of it. My heart beats faster. I don’t want to be inside.

    The Atlantic Ocean is a 1 ½ mile walk from our AirBnB.

    I’m driven to be immersed in the sunshine, heat, and warmth.

    Sitting sedentary on the beach listening and watching the fits and starts of the waves, takes all thoughts from my head. Nothing else exists for that moment as the waves rush in.

    I stay another moment, and another, and another.

    I don’t want to miss a thing.

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    One response to “Somewhere on a Beach”

    1. ckwordsister Avatar
      ckwordsister

      Love the joy in your sunshine time.

  • Ink on Paper

    We opened most of the Christmas cards around January twenty-eighth. That’s not a tradition or a day of any significance. I just stopped procrastinating about opening the rest of the cards and putting away the last bit of the holidays. 

    As cards arrived, we always look at the envelopes and talk about connection with each individual or family. Not so much connection with our HVAC contractor, eye doctor, car service place and insurance agent. I am family ‘owner’ of holiday cards, so I own that each day I planned to open the cards after dinner and enjoy pictures or notes. We had produced a virtual card to most of our list with a video of a holiday song which kind of changed the rhythm of our traditional card handling.

    I hadn’t noticed one holiday card addressed to me alone during my daily shuffle. My amazing daughter-in-law had sent me a card with a note that fed my heart. The best Christmas gift. The best. Maybe even better opened in the quiet of winter after the rush.

    An unexpected Valentine postcard from a friend, an untraditional card sent to my on my birthday, certain travel postcards from friends and relatives inspired me to design a decorative wide ribbon where I could hang these treasures in my office. Some of the ribbon is in my credenza along with a bag of tiny brass clips, but the completed project remains in my mind. The treasures are in a tray along with letters from my mother-in-law and one from my father before I was married.

    Kind emails and texts mean so much often because the message is unexpected. The gift of a caring personal message in ink, on paper, which is then mailed delivers a flush of happiness followed by days or weeks of remembering each word. Coming from the era of pen pals and mailed greeting cards for every special day from Valentine’s Day to Easter to Halloween and Thanksgiving, I appreciate the effort taken to shop, write, and mail. 

    Though we’re all past the age of decorated shoe boxes to hold our Valentines, I hope you find happiness in sending a text, an ecard, or paper card to a person you value, or a whole lot of friends and family members who might need a smile.

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