January 31, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and
illustrate a blog on each day's gift.)
The way objects, words, events and ideas blend and
position themselves in time and space always amazes me. Juxtaposition affects
lives—at least, it has mine.
In the late 60's, David and I just happened to be
neighbors in a Charles Village apartment where he lived on the second floor
with his first wife and I lived on the third floor with my first husband. I had
not had much contact with David and generally thought of him as that crazy
neighbor downstairs. My feeling was reinforced when I woke up one morning to
find him sitting in my living room after he had let himself into our apartment,
which was usually unlocked. He looked up as I passed into the hall and was
about to turn to go through the kitchen and into the bathroom in my sheer
negligee, and said, “I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to check something in
your paper (then the Morning Sun). I drowsily shook my head and when I
came out of the bathroom, he was gone.
If he hadn’t lived beneath us, if I hadn’t been
intrigued by my crazy neighbor, if we hadn’t run into one another from time to
time in Smalltimore when he told me his newly purchased house in Charles
Village had orange trim, if we hadn’t both had recent marriage break-ups (his
second and my first), if my former student (Darlene Kelley) from Benjamin
Franklin Junior High School had not invited me to her birthday party just down
the street from some orange window sills, if I hadn’t left the party to invite
him (my curiosity) to come to the party…we might not be where we are now and
one of our daughters would not exist.
Late this afternoon, I left a wine tasting
with friends in Madison, Virginia just in time to notice a coming together of
earth (a rooted tree), wind (flying geese) and fire (a moon reflecting a fiery
sun). A juxtaposition of objects, words, events and ideas occur in space,
time and mind, leading to metaphors and new connections such as the one in my life--my husband David has
kept me rooted, has been the proverbial wind beneath my wings, and has kept my
days fueled with joy and love.
Today's gift is juxtaposition.
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