As Labor Day approaches, I am thinking about the work I do, and how grateful I am to be able to write, to do creative work. Not everyone has the luxury of following their artistic passions. Although I hate to call such pursuit a luxury — creative persons usually give up many luxuries in order to pursue their art and craft.
I think of my own artistic pursuits in terms of vocation. I’m a person of faith, so to me vocation means I use a God-given gift for a purpose greater than myself. Does that sound high-falutin’? In practice it’s anything but. In practice it involves a lot of hours at a laptop and way too many cups of coffee.
I sometimes wonder how other artists feel about what they do. For instance, I wanted to tell you about a musician I heard when we were in Norway. Doug and I were near the Bergen harbor on a number of days and, each time, we enjoyed hearing a particular busker. He had a one-man-band setup, and a bicycle with a trailer to haul it around. I snapped a picture. How could I resist someone who was so obviously living his dream?