Our Perfect Union

The Sandbox Writing Challenge-Exercise 8

If it’s Tuesday it must be The Sandbox Writing Challenge time! Thank you so much to everyone who participated last week. There were some terrific posts. You guys are all PONDERERS!

This week’s writing challenge is a little more thought provoking. We all have our ideas about it, but after reading this prompt I realized mine were actually pretty vague — if I have any ideas about it at all! And yet it’s there in the back of my mind because I can definitely tell when I violate my own ideals! Can’t wait to see what you do with it.

So tell us, would you please, what is YOUR idea of…

As always, remember to include a link to this post on YOUR blog post. Or if your response isn’t overly long, feel free to leave it in the comment section below. If you would like to play with us and see the previous prompts, they’re listed in the menu at the top of the blog in The Sandbox Writing Challenge.But please feel free to just jump in wherever we are at the moment! After all the prompts are really for YOU to get to know YOURSELF! So put your thinking caps on and have fun!!!

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Perfect: entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings

Perfection: the state or quality of being or becoming perfect.

My idea of perfection, or lack there of…….Mine and Jims relationship. It was, in fact, perfectly imperfect.

We came together as 2 individually broken people. From that first day on the boat together in May 2002, the brokenness that brought us together began the infusion that would eventually turn the we we were, into an US. We came together and shared our strengths and weaknesses, our flaws, our mistakes. We loved each other hard and we loved and accepted each other not only in spite of our imperfections, but because of them.

Whenever an EHarmony commercial would come on tv, we’d laugh, knowing full well if we had filled out their compatibility questionnaire we would never have been matched.

I was Blessed with 14 + years of an imperfectly perfect relationship with my perfectly imperfect man……………….together in our hearts we were and in my heart…Still ‘Perfection’.

Perfectly Imperfect…..

What Is My Idea Of Perfection? This is our Sandbox Challenge this week! Impromptu Promptlings Sandbox Challenge

My immediate response when I read our challenge and the word perfection, was gazing into my newborn children’s eyes after hours of labor…and later, my grandchildren’s. There will never be another Perfect Moment such of those……..

Then my thoughts went to a book I read a few years ago and the concept of Wabi Sabi. I actually had this quote highlighted.

“Appreciation manifests joy. We don’t need to live by some impossible standard to have a joyful, contributive, ‘enlightened’ existence. We don’t need to become someone else or wait until things become ‘perfect’ to appreciate the whole of our lives.” 

   

Broadly, wabi-sabi is everything that today’s sleek, mass-produced, technology-saturated culture isn’t. It’s flea markets, not shopping malls; aged wood, not swank floor coverings; one single morning glory, not a dozen red roses. Wabi-sabi understands the tender, raw beauty of a gray December landscape and the aching elegance of an abandoned building or shed. It celebrates cracks and crevices and rot and all the other marks that time and weather and use leave behind. To discover wabi-sabi is to see the singular beauty in something that may first look decrepit and ugly.

Wabi-sabi reminds us that we are all transient beings on this planet—that our bodies, as well as the material world around us, are in the process of returning to dust. Nature’s cycles of growth, decay, and erosion are embodied in frayed edges, rust, liver spots. Through wabi-sabi, we learn to embrace both the glory and the melancholy found in these marks of passing time. mind and body/wabi sabi

Besides, I believe the definition of perfection is as individual and diverse as we are. I prefer, at this stage of my life, to see and embrace the imperfect perfections………