(Pointing) It’s March’s fault! She just made me think of some things in her post yesterday, and because today is Good Friday, this just seemed to fit. So indulge me. And this does get back to scent/perfume, so I hope it won’t be a wasted journey, and I’ll try to keep it as brief as I can.
When my dad died ten years ago, my grief was so profound, I felt completely empty. There was almost nothing of me left as I contemplated living the rest of my life without him in it. As Grief became my BFF, it consumed my pride and ego, and it was in that sadness and solitude that I found peace and gentleness and a softness towards other people that I did not think I possessed anymore. Remember, at that point in my life, I was a twice-divorced atheist with a really bad attitude towards God and human beings — believing both (if the one existed) to be incapable of anything but the worst traits. It struck me, in the depths of my grief, as completely weird that when I stopped thinking and caring about me, I became a person that I liked. That is humility, and aside from the horrendous grief at my loss, it was the perfect state for my soul and it was the place I found my faith and chose it.
Now, of course I healed and resumed my self-centered, ego-driven, prideful personage for the most part, but I constantly seek that humility, though I rarely achieve it (Catholics may now go to the Litany of Humility — you know the drill). There’s a joke where the pious guy says to his friend, “The thing I’m most proud of is my humility.”
On Good Friday, I always find humility in the church, during that long three-hour service on Friday afternoon where we are doing Catholic calisthenics mostly on our knees. So for a couple of days, I return to my humble state for at least a few days, and I am full of gratitude. Gratitude for all the blessings I have had in my life, grateful for my family and friends, grateful that so many of you share your day with us, a little bit of your lives, and your passion. I’m also grateful that my Le Labo Olfactionary finally showed up, and I’ll give y’all a review next week of it. It is simply the most fun I have had in a while. Lord, I am as shallow as a creek in Texas… in August, and I’m counting on you to make me deep.
Which finally leads me round to my point, what scent do I wear for humility? I have thought and thought since yesterday on what scent to wear to church today and what scent to wear for Easter Sunday, and I’ve come up with a couple, but I’d love to hear your ideas, too.
For Good Friday — To contemplate the denouement of my pride requires something with thorny, difficult layers while still retaining hope that I’ll stop being such a selfish flibbertygibbet one day. Parfum Sacre extrait seems to be the perfect fit here, but it isn’t difficult enough, except in actually getting it? Will this work?
For Easter Sunday — joyous celebration of God saving our sorry butts, this has to be Parfumerie Generale’s Ether Lilas. I was first thinking Le Labo Aldehyde 44, but it seems just a little too frivolous.
All of you celebrating Easter or Passover, all my best wishes for a gentle and joyous holiday. For those of you who do not celebrate some version of a religious holiday right about now, hey, it’s spring, time for a Bacchanalian celebration of epic proportions that this long, cold winter is over. (this is the nicest Bacchanalian depiction I could find, which is painted by Constantin Makovsky)