Sweat: the perfume of happy work. Glorious days spent outside working in the garden, a brisk evening stroll on a muggy night, a rainy day indoors culling so-called junk to give or sell, a jog beside your child as he rides his bike – tossing mud upon his legs as he barrels into a grimy puddle giggling and looking back to gauge your expesssion. Visiting a community event to see smiling faces of friends. Families gathered around the table for the meal prepared at home by the grandmother with the glistening brow.
Sweat: the perfume of stress. The walk to the mailbox to see if the check finally came, the past due notices piled up in hopes that they’ll magically disappear. The pending layoff at work and the sleepless night drills playing on repeat in your mind….trying to solve the problem. The wayward child, the chronic illness, the unsolvable dilemma, or weight of a secret shame.
Sweat: the perfume of the small stuff. The things that do not really matter. The perceived realities that are figments of our imaginations. Just the right weight, the perfect brand of shoe, the high end car driven to impress “them”. Fabricated by society. Boosted into seeming relevance by the main stream media.
Sweat: the perfume of satisfaction from a life well lived. Giving to help another. Joyfully serving a neighbor in need with tools of your trade. Communities of practice and purpose coming together to achieve a common goal. The teacher giving a child their only hug of the day, the mechanic giving the part at a deep discount to the single mother, and the beaded brow of a simple carpenter building a home as a volunteer.
Sweat: a complex perfume of life in the USA.