Dear Friends ~ In another corner of my life, I teach what I call Baby's First Research Paper classes to middle school students. Recently I guided two dozen tweens through a project creating timelines of the people and events that made possible an invention of their choosing. Their topics ranged from toasters and the Slinky, to water purifiers, baseball mitts, and seat belts. I soaked up pages of interesting factoids over the month (Did you know that astronauts have used Silly Putty to hold instruments down in zero gravity?), watching them morph from mere points on a line, into stories — or "biographies" — of things. I wouldn't categorize them as "Entrepreneur Seizes Business Opportunity" stories as much as "Someone Recognizes Another Person's Need and Devises a Way to Meet the Need" stories.
The idea for the first windshield wiper fits into the latter category. In 1902, Mary Anderson was riding in a streetcar during a winter storm. She was astonished that the driver "had to climb out of the car constantly to scrape off the sleet, snow, and rain," often along the narrow shoulder of a busy street. He also had to travel with his head sticking out the window in freezing temperatures. "When she got home," my student wrote, "she sketched a blade that could move automatically."
"Necessity is the mother of invention," the old saying goes. I'm tempted to take out my editing pen and suggest we rework it to say, "Necessity is an auntie of invention. As is her sister, Kindness."
Our world is a story punctuated by subtle kindnesses; It is also kind for us to remind one another that this is true. And the power to envision new realities — to problem-solve and meet needs — is ours as much as it is anyone's. ~ Joy
My first remembered experience of the numinous occurred when I was barely three... The sun was shining, and as I walked along the dusty lane I became acutely aware of the things around me. I noticed a group of dandelions on my left at the base of a stone wall. Most of them were in full bloom, their golden heads irradiated by the sun, and suddenly I was overcome by an extraordinary feeling of wonder and joy. It was as if I was part of the flowers, and stones and dusty earth. I could feel the dandelions pulsating in the sunlight, and a timeless unity with all life.