Daisies by Minda

Today I’m thinking of three people who played a major role in shaping my life: my Dad, my high school art teacher and a high school music teacher. Certainly, more people have influenced my journey, but when I think of where I am today, I doubt that I would’ve been on this trajectory, if not for these three.

Dad gave me a wonderful foundation on which to build my character, my beliefs and my values. He generally encouraged me to pursue things I was passionate about. He inspired me from childhood to believe that I could be anything I set out to be and do anything I set out to do. He praised me. He believed in me. He was proud of me. And he gave me a love for words. I was worth many sons to him in a culture where daughters were often overlooked. Because of him, I can choose paths less trodden.

In the craziness of puberty and high school, the Art Room and my art classes were a sanctuary. I still go to happy places when I’m playing with paints and canvas. Our art teacher had a reputation for being quite blunt when assessing students’ work, but art classes were still lots of fun. She treated us like her children. She cared. She encouraged. She coached, even with sarcasm. I’m rediscovering the artsy spaces in me and thanking God for high school art.

Music is another passion of mine. I remember the joy of singing nursery rhymes in kindergarten. By the time I got to high school, I lived, breathed and dreamed pianos and singing. Enter our Mixed Choir Director. He was such an accomplished musician that he was later headhunted to lecture at one of the local universities.

He also had the reputation of being a little crusty. He was so serious about hitting the right notes that he would make you sing your part individually in front of the whole choir. All the while, his piercing eyes would be boring into you, daring your voice to waver or you to flinch. I guess I hit the right notes more times than I missed them because he and I ended up being friends. He believed in me. He pushed me to get better. He truly cared. Years after I graduated from high school, I’d randomly seek him out just to catch up and he’d always ask, “So what are you doing with your music these days?”

As I blaze new trails and try to somehow incorporate my love for words, art and music along the way, I think of these three shapers. And I thank them. Who are the shapers in your life? Have you let them know and thanked them?

4 Comments Add yours

  1. clare smith says:

    I just love your daisies – my favorite flower – I suppose because they are so “happy”.

    I love “George Gray’s Epitaph” from The Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters which symbolizes my journey with Dezy.

    “I have studied many times
    The marble which was chiseled for me—
    A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
    In truth it pictures not my destination
    But my life.
    For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
    Sorrow knocked at my door but I was afraid;
    Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
    Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
    And now I know that we must lift the sail
    And catch the winds of destiny
    Wherever they drive the boat.
    To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
    But life without meaning is the torture
    Of restlessness and vague desire—
    It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.” (1915)


    1. Minda says:

      I love this poem, Clare, especially the lines “But life without meaning…is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.”

      Beautiful! Since you are with Dezy, I assume that you have lifted the sail and caught the wind of destiny. 🙂 You’re both such lovely people and knowing you continues to shape me.


  2. oldereyes says:

    I found your post, Shapers, in the WordPress “Possibly Similar Posts” at the bottom of my blog after I posted about the teachers who had influenced me most on Friday, 12/3. My most influential was a writing teacher. I really like your term, Shapers, for the people who made you the way you are. Very nice post …

    Bud aka Older Eyes


    1. minda says:

      Thanks for your comment, Bud. I look forward to reading your article. My 7th grade English teacher was the one who first planted the idea in my mind that I could write well. He, too, was a Shaper.


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