“Can I give you a title?”
“Sure.”
Long pause. ‘Way too long pause.
“WHAT?”
“A beautiful smelling playpen.”
“A beautiful smelling playpen?”
The silence confirms his selection.
Thank you, love of my life who is curled up on the single bed in the tv room. (We’ve been sleeping in separate beds ever since Simon started going to bed at 4 AM ever since he decided he writes most productively during the very wee hours.)
I think his title might be referring to the tragedy that occurred in our bedroom this morning, when I knocked over my beloved Ginger Ciao with the sleeve of my robe, spilling its precious contents all over the carpet. He was not witness himself, but heard the cry!
The playpen part, I’m not so sure. Perhaps the juxtaposition is a metaphor for my life.
I am sad, but reminded that Ginger Ciao is just that—a beautiful smelling essential oil named Ginger Ciao—and nothing more. I don’t need to smell so delicious. Elsie and the tired science man will love me regardless.
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when we look at the world, as through the eyes of a child, is the world not our playpen? and doesn’t it smell beautiful?
well…perhaps only in those moments when we are successfully loving…
Successfully loving is not a moment in time. It is not a means to an end. It is the continuation of everything. I do not just love Darlene for a moment. I do not love my friends or family even successfully as if I have won something. I have won something totally great and cool. It may wax and wane from time to time as that is it’s nature but never even remotely is it not successful.
That seems sad only to look for a moment of successful loving, why not expect or even demand more than a moment. Hopefully then when the demand is high enough you will find that moment to be permanent successful loving. And to that I would smile and share in the joy of the moment.
I’ll buy you that scent again when we make our trek back to LA – just keep writing!
xo
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