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emotions, grief, love, Musings

Missing You ~

March 27, 2011

“People come and go in your life but they never leave your dreams.  Once they are in your subconscious, they are immortal.” – Patricia Hampl

 

flower under tree

I’m full of thought today.  Memories have been swamping me, leaving me feeling a little breathless.  I’m not sure what has triggered them all, but I know that these days in March always leave me a little sad.  I lost people dear to me over a span of days in subsequent Marches some years ago, and the anniversary of those losses has never gone away.  Does it ever? Can you ever get through an anniversary without thinking about it? I doubt it.

My dreams have also been filled with old, old friends, some of whom I haven’t seen in at least a decade.  Why are they all stopping here now?  Why are they so fully with me that I want to ring them up to make sure their voices sound the same?  Echoes and memories and 17-year-old versions of us are giving me shivers up and down my back as I let them in.  They are so close I can almost smell them.

Big stuff must be surfacing.

In 2006 I wrote a poem about a friend who we lost one March a lifetime ago.  It has been one of the voices in my head so I need to put it here. I ask you again ~ do anniversaries ever get easier?

For M ~

When you died
we were twenty.
Two souls –
three days apart.
Salt and pepper
light and dark
girl and boy.

It doesn’t get easier –

It gets harder
because some days
I don’t think of you at all
and then when I do
I remember.

Where is the line?
The one that you crossed.
The one between
sadness and darkness?
Why couldn’t you see
the way back?

I miss you.

There is a hole inside of me
where you used to be
It is surrounded by questions
that you can’t answer.

You’ve missed a lot
you know.
I’ve danced alone at two weddings
and you’re an uncle now.
I’m an aunt, too.
Or do you know that already?

Please
come back.
Explain it all to me.

Two souls.
Three days apart.
One will be twenty forever
and one never will be again.

xoox

Brave, fear, inspiring women, love, Sacred Feminine

Big Fat Failure

June 14, 2010

“Acting on your own behalf is about slowly becoming a person you can count on. It is about recognizing what you do that causes you pain and acting on those insights.” – Geneen Roth

 

growing treeGo gently.

There is a tender soul there.

They are doing the best they can, but they can’t see that.

They can’t see the path that is spiraling around ahead of them, bringing them closer and closer to where they want to be.

They only see that they aren’t getting there.

They only see the times that they didn’t follow through with their plan or didn’t listen to their inner voice. They only remember eating the world and sleeping through and letting fear be the boss.  They only remember that they somehow let themselves down.

They only see that they are a big fat failure.

They don’t see the tender human being who is doing the best they can.  They don’t see that everyone else is struggling too.  They don’t see that other people sleep in and eat the world and don’t write 10,000 words a day or have perfectly clean houses or perfect marriages or easy lives.

They don’t see that they are beautiful and getting there.

Go gently.

There is a tender soul there who is learning their lessons slowly.

They don’t see that every step forward that they do take is worth 5 steps back.

They don’t see the other people who are looking at them and wondering how they got to be so wonderful.

They don’t see that they shine.

Go gently.

belonging, Musings, The Seeker

belonging

March 30, 2010

“That evening, as I took some time to relax and contemplate, I had an almost mystical experience. Gazing out at the expanse of water and the forested hills, a sense of destiny seemed to envelop me.  This was where I belonged.” – Esther S. Keyser (Algonquin Park’s first female guide)

 

toteminlondonWhen I was at the British Museum in London a few months ago I took this picture because I knew what the totem pole must feel like: very far away from Canada.  Most of the time I am completely comfortable here, in love with England’s people and history, and able to get by without too much fuss.  Other times I feel desperate for home.

A friend of mine came over for lunch today. She is moving back to her home country after several years here.  When I asked her a little while ago why she wanted to go home now she simply shrugged her shoulders and said, “It’s time.”  It made me nervous because I knew what she meant.  At some point your roots want to recognize the soil again.

Money and jobs and life keep us here for now.  It was easier to move when all I needed was a bag and a visa. Husbands and careers take up a lot more room in the suitcase.  Most of the time I am happy with the life we have created here, but sometimes I wish I had a crystal ball that could tell me when and if I will ever call North America home again. I know it is where I belong.