Today we visited Pablo Neruda’s seaside residence in Isla Negra. For those of you who don’t know, he was a Nobel Prize winner and talented poet. The tour of his home allowed us to gain a small piece, a glimpse, into both his private and professional life. He was a modern day Little Mermaid. He was a collector of all kinds of gizmos and whats-its galore! His home here was built as if it were a ship, going on forever. Every room we entered had a different collection of bottles, ship figureheads, maps, ships in bottles, shells, art, navigation tools, crafts from many different cultures, musical instruments, and many other beautiful antiques. From my short time in his home, I know he was a beautiful man with a beautiful heart.
The quote above was one that was presented to us at the very beginning of the tour and resonated with me throughout. So much so that before exiting and before returning my headset, I had to listen to it over and over again so that I could write it down word for word. Each new room I entered, I returned to that quote. I realized the importance of it and what it meant to Neruda. His things, his collections, showed his inner child. Showed his love for wonder, imagination, and creativity.
As I walked down to the beach below his home, listening to the waves crash & reflecting on this amazing man, I couldn’t help but think of someone very close to me and wish he were there to experience this small piece of history alongside me. Someone who I believe will never let his inner child escape him and in return, will always keep me young at heart & for that, I am grateful. Just as Pablo Neruda had a young & playful soul, which was evident through his most prized possessions, I too am reminded each and every day by you, of the importance of not growing up too quickly, that laughter really is the best medicine and that it is okay to chase the waves. I love you.
“Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
― Pablo Neruda