Wabi Sabi, Sort Of

May 19th, 2009

I don’t know if I understand the concept of Wabi Sabi, but I do love the the beauty in impermanence, the moment just before things fall apart. Because you are teetering on the edge of ¬†fullness and emptiness, ripeness and rotting. I love old buildings that have great bones but show an edge of decay, unfinished hems on a satin skirt, Lauren Hutton’s wrinkles and cutting-edge cheekbones, Erik Satie’s Gymnopedie #3 with its longing and long descent into sadness. I’ve stopped cutting the roses in my yard (I have a regular redneck yard, not a garden) because I’m trying to stop intervening in their natural cycle. It’s hard–I always want to short-circuit it, cut the buds before they bloom and force them to maturity in my bedroom. ¬†I’ve always tried to do the same thing with relationships. Instead of letting them grow at their own pace, I force them into ripeness before their time. Why didn’t I ever learn to take them into my bedroom when the time was right?

One Response to “Wabi Sabi, Sort Of”

  1. Pam says:

    I think the only difference between a ‘garden’ and a ‘yard’ is the pleasure that it gives you. Yours obviously provides you with enjoyment (and isn’t simply an obligation) – so I’m guessing you have a garden too.

    Never ending mimosas – boy does that sound good right now!