Sometimes, upon waking some image or word will sit brightly illuminated on the stage of my mind.
The other day, the word, “usufruct” was mysteriously there. I knew not what it meant… it just seemed familiar and very relevant to the shifts underway in my life these days.
I looked it up on Google:
- the right to enjoy the use and advantages of another’s property short of the destruction or waste of its substance.
So, here I am facing a birthday whose last digit is a zero, happy in my job, but feeling pretty stultified by the obligations of mortgage, marriage and family. I am more than half way through my days here on earth and now I can see the beginning of fresh eyes developing on my rental of this material substance and space.
I am also seeing my days not so much as building blocks to be maximized or wasted on the path toward some accomplishment in life; education, work, marriage, family, et cetera; I am beginning to see my body less as a needy carrier for my mind and more as a temporary opportunity to move through and sense the material world. In these thoughts, I am reminded of an old favorite, Theillard de Chardin‘s, Hymn to Matter.
For the first time ever, I am looking at this body, these moments as sources of usufructus (enjoyment).
Am I becoming more like Zorba the Greek?
Who knows what the future holds… I do find myself spending a lot of my imaginal life moving over the Mediterranean toward islands scented with salt, herbs, citrus, and olives.