Years ago I used to travel the state of Ohio as an artist-in-education for the state Arts Council. I taught playwrighting, storytelling, and some puppetry as well. I had a cloth bag full of little "work puppets," simple cloth puppets with button eyes and yarn hair which could be used in any kind of story a child could make up. Those work puppets gave pleasure and play and learning to so many, many people - students, teachers, me - and so it was sad when they met their surprising demise in a fire which burned up many of the things I had stored with friends while I was on the road.
I had begun to think of myself as a kind of work puppet, at times. That is, I was surrendered - still am - to a higher task, and I don't really know what's coming next: who will make me a character in their drama for a while, or how long I'll be stuffed into a bag in the dark this time, or any number of other options. As a surrendered person, although I have emotions and feelings, I also have a sense of when something is not personal but rather a challenge which I need to see through the lens of detatchment, to see the work ahead in light of the highest good of a group or even the whole of humanity, or the whole planet. That level of surrender means I need to be a character in God's drama. I wonder how many humans feel as if they're a little glove puppet riding on the hand of God sometimes? I bet I'm not alone in that.
Sometimes, then, I'm the puppeteer - but often as not, I'm the puppet.
Work puppet - that's me.