Spending Wednesdays: On the road again

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

On the road again

Well, here it is. Another Wednesday and I'm packing up my bags for yet another trip to San Francisco.

I'm thinking I need new bags, some pretty, colorful ones that will add excitement to this process. Until now, I didn't understand the fascination with beautiful luggage. To my way of thinking, luggage was luggage --a utilitarian, hand-held vehicle to you help get your from one point to another all. And nothing says this best than a practical, often black, nylon mesh on wheels.

Not so. Boy was I myopic - there's always a bigger picture, even when it comes to luggage.

In keeping with Joan Didion's guiding principle, Why not? Everyday is all there is, I am adding beautiful to describe what I need from my luggage. That's a shift in my thinking. Instead of merely utilitarian practicality, I now have a need from my luggage. Why not? This road trip is all there is.

Since luggage doesn't come cheaply, I'll have to satisfy myself with adding beautiful things to my luggage pieces - scarves, handles, stickers (ah, maybe). At least to start with a dash of color.

So, keys in hand, luggage at the door, I am off.

A presto tutti.

2 comments:

P11 said...: happy trip!; February 9, 2009 at 8:59 AM
Settima said...: thank you CafeP11 - it was a nice trip. Now I head back tomorrow!; February 14, 2009 at 10:24 PM

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Dichos of the Week, or Month or so...

December 2008:
Como eres, era. Como soy, seras

Literally: As you are, I was. As I am, you shall be.

This dicho calls in the wisdom, experience or age of the speaker of the dicho (similar in their universal truth to proverb), and is best illustrated by a story.

When I was young, stupid and cocky, I challenged or mocked something my mom did (since I was all of 14 and knew everything). She told me "Como eres, era. Como soy, seras." I was often frustrated with her use of dichos because I didn't always understand them, or how they applied to the situation at hand. I remember being puzzled by this one, and asked her to explain it. By way of explanation, she told me this story:

One day, in her her pueblo of La Barca, Jalisco, in the the mid 1930's, she and a childhood friend, a young boy, the school prankster and trouble maker, were running, anxious to get to the Plaza - they were late in getting out of church and they didn't want to miss a thing.

It was Sunday, and as in most pueblo's in Mexico, especially in her day, gathering at the Plaza was the big Sunday thing to do - everyone was there. On their way, cutting through the narrow sidewalks, they came upon an old man, walking slowly on his way somewhere, on the same side of the sidewalk. His pace forced them to slow down. Frustrated and impatient, the young boy began mocking the old man for not moving fast enough, for being old and frail "un obstaculo" with the audacity to keep them from getting to the Plaza.

Instead of getting angry, the old man stopped, calmly turned to the young boy, looked him firmly in the eyes and said "Como eres, era. Como soy seras." Nothing more.

This stopped the boy cold. The sting of the words he'd just flung at the old man had been turned against him. The shame for what he had just done was obvious. He recognized the warning the old man had just given him: careful, you'll be an old man one day - you will be me, behave accordingly. The young boy politely asked the old man's "Permiso" to get around him, which the old man gladly gave. The rest of the walk to the Plaza was quiet. My mom told me that her friend changed that day; he matured.

That experience stayed with my mom forever. She learned the power of words. She could never forget the immediate shift in attitude, both in the old man, and her friend. She told me it was one of the wisest things she ever heard, and it shaped how she went through life.

My mom's story stayed with me, shaped how I view, gave me a different way to understand the law of consequences, natural laws - and it gave me a love of dichos and their many uses.

This dicho is one of my favorites.

I have not been able to find English versions, similar in impact and applications, but here are some contemporary equivilants, or near equivilants - though much less poetic:

Been there, done that; Reap what you sow; I wasn't born yesterday; I've been around the block a few times; Stop and smell the roses; What youth is used to, age remembers.

November 2008:
De medico, musico, poeta, y loco, todos tenemos un poco

Literally: Of doctor, musician, poet and madman, we all have a little.

This dicho or Spanish saying, refers to the healer, poet, musician and madman that lives within each of us. We are all, whether we admit it or not, at any given moment, renaissance men and women.

Or, maybe we're just jacks of all trades, master of none?

Spending Wednesdays

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

On the road again

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