...that magical command used by Ali Baba to open the door of the robbers' den in the story Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. For some reason, since July 9, 2014, I have had no such magical word or phrase to open The Tomorrow Trunk. I have stored up words and sentences for months. I have written and re-written a collection of unfinished posts. I have even entertained the idea that The Tomorrow Trunk had been locked by mistake, and I had misplaced the key. Until this past Thursday night...open sesame.
The dictionary definition of open sesame is that which allows a person to do or to enter something successfully and easily; something that unfailingly brings about a desired end. Synonyms of open sesame are portal, access, gateway, key, ticket, passport, and secret password. That secret password for me ~ my open sesame ~ was organic. The actual word: organic. Just like that, the trunk was opened.
For about the third or fourth time in as many months, I have provided my bachelor son with the name of a person of interest ~ love interest, that is. Pretty confident in my Thursday afternoon find, I shifted my match-making gears into overdrive. As is the regular routine, I not-so-subtly passed along the young lady's name and any info I could conjure up. I offered my own list of things that the two might have in common - both are graduates of the same university, both are smart and funny, both have a good command of the English language, and both are attractive.
However, this time I did something I have NEVER done before. In a round-about way (which is entirely too difficult and embarrassing to explain), I forced a totally awkward, face-to-face introduction ~ up close and in person. I will say that I had a little help from his best friend and leave it at that ~ all within a four-hour window! As I am sure that most mom match-ups go, the evening's events did not turn out quite as I had planned.
To describe the impromptu meeting as dreadful might be a bit extreme, but I do recall the use of such words as high anxiety and really creepy. Thirty minutes after the coerced introduction, my son was driving back to his apartment ~ alone. I dared to pick up the phone and call him...another poor decision in what was becoming a common thread for the entire evening. If only all of the events had occurred one day before, I could just shout, "April Fool's!"
Unfortunately, I deserved what I had coming. After my sincerest heartfelt apology and earnest promise to never, ever offer the name of another female, he made this statement: Mom, I want the organic or nothing at all.
Open sesame...As he was talking about his standards for a relationship, I was thinking about Christmas Tree Cakes and The Tomorrow Trunk. My son has one true weakness at Christmas. He loves Little Debbie Christmas Tree Cakes; we buy them for him in multiple cartons. Even though he maintains a healthy diet all year, he eats those holiday treats like they are coming off a conveyor belt. Sure they are tasty and sweet, but they are also pre-packaged and processed. Most certainly, they are not organic. That one secret password had lifted the lid on my own inability to manufacture some kind of pre-packaged post ~ one that I think people might want to read.
Organic means to derive from natural sources, free from artificial additives, the most integral element of the whole, and most importantly, produced without the employment of commercial fertilizers. (I love that last one!) I have never been able to produce anything commercially. Despite my greedy attempts at fame and fortune, I can't fabricate or synthesize what goes into The Tomorrow Trunk. No manufactured embellishments, protective coatings, or professional stimulants work for me. I just simply write what comes naturally ~ the most integral element of the whole. The more I try to produce a post that people want to read, the more I lose the organic element of my own words.
My son truly possesses a rare key, a magic ticket, an unseen passport that will eventually open the door to the hidden treasure that awaits him. In the original story of Ali Baba ~ despite many failed attempts by the thieves to uncover his true identity ~ he alone is left as the only one knowing the secret of the treasure in the cave and how to access it. Open sesame ~ that which allows a person to do or to enter something successfully and easily; something that unfailingly brings about a desired end.
I, too, know the secret of the treasure in the trunk and how to access it. We just take today, tuck the best of it away, and keep it for tomorrow.
Dianne ;)
