When I was a wee poppet, I knew beauty. It was the wonderfully fuzzy face of my 'saidy'. (I could not say 'Teddy') Saidy was all brown and soft and his big kind eyes were pools of acceptance and would, inspite of the fact that he had no batteries, light up when he saw me. Ah, 'Saidy' 'Saidy Bear' were are you now?
The face of beauty changed when I grew a little older and went into a penny candy store for the first time. I was surrounded by a beauty that would entrance me for a very long time. Beauty of colour. Beauty of flavour. Wow. Amazing.
The teen years were more about the beauty of form. It didn't matter much who's form, once past gender, any glimpse of flesh. A shirt pulled up. Summer pants cut a little short. Ah how a little injection of hormone can leave one all but forgetting innocent little 'Saidy Bear'.
For me young adulthood then found beauty in the crafting of a home with one of those wide shouldered, strong jawed type of hotties that I'd managed to capture, if not by hook at least by crook. We manufactured a life where in we found beauty in art, in literature, in conversation. A more mature form of the appreciation of the beauty of a life of everything shared. A life made beautiful because you can play that fun tickle game whenever you want.
But we have entered into another phase of the understanding of beauty. We are staying, right now, in a huge resort north of Toronto. It's on the way to the consultation and will cut our driving down by several hours. We decided, what the heck treat ourselves. Into a huge lobby, up to a luxurious room. Wow. Then Joe went into the bathroom and said, breathlessly like he has when listening to Madama Butterfly or contemplating a painting by Turner or finishing a book by Furst or by watching that nude scene in A Single Man ... it's, it's, beautiful.
I wheeled myself over and took a glance. My hand went to my throat, it was ... spectacular. Tall toilet, bars everywhere. Both a roll in shower and a bathtub. Lowered sink area for shaving. If you took a picture of this and put it as a centerfold in 'Senior's Today' I think you'd have people slipping off to private areas just to ogle it's features.
Beauty for children may be teddy bears and chocolate. But for the rest of your life, beauty will be some form of plumbing. Your's. Your partner's. Your bathrooms.'
What a succinct, yet thoughtful illustration of the evolution of beholderhood.
Sounds like a great bathroom too.
My idea of beauty has changed quite a bit as my disabilities have developed. I have gained an appreciation for things I never would have had before.
I wonder if you or anyone her would be interested in a blog post I wrote tonight. It is about self-advocacy and I thought of you and this blog as I was writing it. It is about expressing one's needs basically. It's at http://aspiefrommaine.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-advocacy-conundrum.html
Thanks for your great work
I have yet to find my perfect bathroom but it's fast becoming my secret obsession.
Hope you and the wide-shouldered, strong-jawed hottie have a lovely stay.
two posts, one after another, two differnt blogs, yet same title. In the eye of the beholder. completely different posts but still in the eye of the beholder.
Love the post, love the love!
May I quote (with attributes) the last sentence?
I once moving into a new place just because of the beautiful bathroom!
LOL. I caught myself thinking yesterday "I am so happy today, because I haven't had a canker sore in a month," followed by "holy shit, I'm getting old!" Simple pleasures, my friend.
This post made me smile.
thanks for the smile Dave
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