What an interesting idea to contemplate this early Saturday morning: luxury. And an interesting question: what luxury can’t you live without?
To most of the world, my life and home are luxurious. We have food in the refrigerator, space, a big yard with trees, a house full of books and treasures. The kind of house, as I’ve written before, you might find on a child’s drawing: a peaked roof, a door flanked by windows, one tree out front and “Honey, I’m home” written across the bottom.
If our house burned down or was destroyed in some way, there would be many losses I would mourn. The paintings and photos on the walls, the books, papers with ideas and to-dos I’ve not yet got to, clothes and clocks and dishes and beds and furniture, especially our bed, and especially the many photo albums and photos that are in boxes.
But my writing is all saved to an online backup; same with photos from the last several years. The many paintings are luxurious, but they all have stories and memories of the person who made it. I’d still have those memories. The stories those memories hold are luxuries. I’ve had a pretty interesting life. I guess the luxury of memories is something I wouldn’t like to live without, but could I?
I’ve been absent from blogging for a while because I began a new book of memories, and have been immersed in reading old journals, outlining them, writing the old stories, mulling memories, and trying to make sense of my life. It’s rarely what we thought it was–oh, the events are the same and the experiences the same, but what I learned has grown and changed with time, so looking at those experiences from a different perspective is a new learning task.
The real luxury in my life that I don’t know if I could live without is my husband, Cliff. We’ve been married almost ten years so contentment is a luxury of my later years. He watches out for me, takes my hand when we’re walking, always, and I feel a slight pressure when we come to a curb. He makes sure I don’t stumble. He keeps me safe. When he tells me to stop, I stop.
Stopping has never been one of my strong suits, given as I am to dashing and doing too much, and I still stumble from time to time when he’s not around to slow me down; however, I’m been better at seeing danger and avoiding it. I drive more carefully and defensively because of the years of his example. I laugh more. And while “To Battle!!” has often been a rallying cry for each of us as we face injustice and incompetence, now we talk each other down and laugh.
To have a real partner in life is a luxury in itself; and perhaps the real luxury I couldn’t live without, both figuratively and literally, is Cliff’s fair and gentle influence. He keeps me upright. He makes me laugh. And the other luxuries–the house, paintings, books, toys? Mostly that’s just stuff.
12 thoughts on “Daily Post: Luxurious”
That was beautiful Janet. I’m so glad that you and Cliff will be the one to officiate the bond between me and Rob 🙂
Thank you Roxanne. What a beautiful thing to say. We’re pretty happy to be officiating your wedding, too! We like weddings and yours and Rob’s seems so right.
What a beautiful photo of you and Cliff! You both are so lucky to have each other. Also I’m glad to hear that you’re starting on your memoir. I hope to hear more about that as you go forward.
Thanks, Vicky. It’s one of my favorites too. re: The Memoir….. I’m thinking of posting it bit by bit. What do you think?
Loving and lovely. And sweet to give Cliff such a wonderful tribute.
Well, he deserves it. And the nicest thing is that it’s an everyday thing for both of us. Thanks so much for saying that.
I feel the same way about Tim, even though he drives me nuts sometimes, he is always there for me and I for him. Sue
Thanks, Sue. I know that’s true for you and Time. It’s called, “I got your back.”
Beautiful post Janet and you too Cliff for being in the post! Dana
Thanks so much, Dana. I told Cliff you said so.
mom used to say about new people, who are they when they are at home?” it was like saying, what are they really like? being an artist and being out in the work place are 2 different mind sets. at work you need to play a part with in a range of charactors just to get through the day. i’ve been thinking about this alot lately. home with diana or in the studio, free to be me….luxury, that’s the word, thanks
Well put, Willy. And Mom’s always right. It is a luxury to just be who we are, isn’t it….