"And Because Love Battles"

I decided that I have been moving too fast and doing too much.
I opted out of the workout to write a little, because I feel if I don't put it someplace, I will literally self-destruct.

If you wish to read something uplifting or happy, go find another entry, because it won't be this one. My group would tell me I am feeling sorry for myself; that I should look at all the blessing in my life. OR, if I don't like the way things are going, change them. It could be worse, you may not have a job--or a leg.

I suppose all that unsolicited advice has its place. I am sure I have divvied out my pearls of wisdom from time to time--falling on deaf ear as well. Still, here I am again.

Lately I have had a hard time.
Call it dumb luck, carelessness, the usual bad timing, Mother Nature, fate, bad karma, Mercury Retrograde, the season, the day.. I feel that I have been cursed.

Things have shifted. I have shifted.

For a time I was feeling ok with myself--grounded, or at least working through my stuff. Then situations arise where I go back to self-doubt, beating oneself up, and asking myself, "What is wrong with me?"

I consider my family for a moment-- wishing that I had some kind of relationship with them that resembled normal. It would be nice to have someone to hold me and say it was going to be ok. I suppose that is what spouses are for. Or friends.

But I want something for myself. I want something pure and true-- and impossible.
I understand the eastern philosophy that you have to let things come to you. You must be open and receptive for those things to come. I have tried to be open and willing. And things have come...and gone.
And after 4 1/2 years I can't help but wonder what must change? What must I do?
How can be anything but who I am? How much longer must one wait? For life, for real companionship? For love? And at those moments--when my expectations are too high, when I am let down due to my own shortcomings, I feel myself turning wintry. Detached. I let go just a little more. Retreat into myself further. I insulate the wall even more.

To the outside world I will put on the face. Be as productive as I can and throw myself into my work. But inside, I am little more than a pulse with legs.


Here's to a warmer season...

And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.

About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.

I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.

What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.

And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.

But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.

And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.

To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.

You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.

Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.

Pablo Neruda

synchronicity

When I have a series of setbacks, or potential ones, I have to stop before things spiral out of hand.
There are things that are out of my control. Like the weather, for instance. Who would have expected a foot of snow to fall in less than 2 days?
Still, it has thrown my whole work schedule out of whack, contributed to a cracked windshield and a three day hiatus from tech rehearsals and the start of the choreography for the musical. Not to mention throwing my workout schedule completely off. I live by schedules and bells...

The idle time has been good in other areas; for it has forced me to slow down. I guess one could compare the paralysis to an injury of some kind, where the surgeon orders you to stay off your knee for six weeks until the wound heals.
I guess this is nature's way of healing me.

Lately I have noticed my anger has started to rise to the surface and with very little provoking. I hate the way I handle situations where I should be more rational and cool. Instead, I resort back to defense mode and shut down, or "slice and dice" the person towards which the anger is directed. I feel ashamed and embarrassed. And instead of just saying that, I act out.

Show is in 1 week. I have been known to perform miracles before--but this one I am not so sure.
Lots on my mind today. Hopefully a long run with my new (old) Michael Jackson as well as The Police Synchronicity will get the levels down to a more manageable place.


"..With one breath,
with one flow,
you will know:
Synchronicity.

A sweet trance,
a dream dance,
a shared romance:
Synchronicity..."

"your laughter"

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
fm. 'your laughter" by Pablo Nerudo

Here in the depths of winter, I find myself longing for the warmth of spring days. Usually with them comes the promise of new life or rebirth, and new beginnings.
For me, it starts with the scent of earth. She has a musky odor that saturates. I could breathe March air long into September.

The birds are another tell-tale sign for me. Their song changes to reflect the mating time and celebration of life...
(will write more later)

a week of strange overtones

"Together they had overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal nastiness, and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore."
- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

for you...

your bird can sing

my longstanding love affair

It is 45 degrees and rainy outside on a gloomy Sunday in December.
Most folks would be starting a fire in their main rooms, curling up to a good book, their significant other or football game...

But days like these make me restless. Depressed even.
So I find my most devoted friend.
We have been through much together--listened to my rantings and sobs; my pity parties and my personal triumphs.
Still, battered from a year of daily abuse, I reach for them.
We know each other intimately. The miles we have covered, the hours of road and cinder and YMCA trauma...



I am talking about my favorite pair of running shoes.
Sure, I got a new pair, but they just don't feel the same. If you are a runner maybe you can relate to my story:

So, today I fished the old pair out of my closet (My Achilles Heel: I cannot throw out running shoes or bathing suits), put on the running garb, and made a 3-mile trek across the usual trails. Ahhh..the soggy, puddle laden track. I curse having to side step the mess and lose my stride in the process...It's not the same as summer. I usually retire my outside routine until Mid March-or early April. But today I HAD to go.

There has been too much crap recently that the only way I find absolute clarity is to do a road run. It's a lot like confession, honestly. And as I move along, the only thing I feel present is my mind. Putting Thoreau (or was it Emerson who spoke of the head?) aside, The body below is long gone--the legs, feet, arms, chest...I feel nothing but what I am currently working through at the time. I am a talking head.

When I stop moving, I am light headed (and still am 20 minutes later) and slightly frost burned. My throat is raw and my knees scream at me.

But the time was well worth it. I love my old running shoes.
They help me through even the worst of times.

what are you doing NYE?

......

cookie cutter

Some days I can manage the stress on my own.
I do my best to look at all the positive things in my life--say that others have it way worse and that is enough. I have a great job, great students, I manage to pay my bills on time and have a little food to get through each week. I have a great daughter and a few close friends to share most victories and pratfalls.

But there are days.

There are days when it takes everything that I have be the pillar of strength, to not want to break down; to just stop. The wheels are moving so fast and the pressure continues, the demands and requests pile up and I can barely keep my head above water.

I see my body wilting away into nothing as the stress continues to take its toll on me and my appetite. I try to not feel overwhelmed by it all..
I am so tired. I need someone to be there when I get home--to rub out the stress and tension built up so much that my back is a series of knots and I can no long straighten myself upright.
I want to be able to decompress after these eternal stretches of doubt and uncertainty and feeling incomplete and the lack of human touch or love from another.

Sometimes at night while lying there alone, I see this gingerbread cookie cutout in my mind. and with my fingers I imagine a razor blade reshaping the form to be perfect. But what is perfect?
I am not even close.

hero

There's a riot going on
And there's hunger in our midst.
Some people can't go on.
Some people call it quits.

When freedom is not the word
You'll find on Earth there's hell.
And U know one man saved the world
And he's in your heart as well.

(Chorus) Everybody's waiting for the hero, when the hero is in everyone.
Everybody's waiting for the hero, when the hero is in everyone.

A man is sleeping on the street
Because he has no place to live.
A millionaire is eating meat.
How come we're not more sensitive?

And when abundance is for the few
That's where the hunger lies.
Responsibility rests on U.
So keep your head up to the sky.

performed by Victor Wooten
and watching THIS VIDEO STILL makes me so happy!

thankful

it's that time of year again.
when it's easy to pick out the haves and have nots.

Guess that's a good thing for all of us--at least you know where to sit at dinner parties.

funny how things change so quickly. making my thankful for list has become condensed and honest. leaving space on the other hand for after thought.

You know if you made the 2008 list.
Most of "the list" deals with the basics-
bills paid.
lilly
house and car
job

well--there you go.

Pumped for November 4 elections

Vote Obama! (click here...)

Halloween

What a perfect night for trick or treating! Lilly's fifth year and she had a great day of celebrating. It has been so much fun having my little ghost around!

information inspiration

Ahh Hal'O' Eve.
Coming up soon.

I was heckled by a dear friend as to why I have not been posting to the blog lately..."oh, it's that Facebook thing, isn't it?"
Sheepishly I retorted,
"Well, you could always get a page..."

Clearly that was not happening.
So decided to write a bit here .
Good thing about the blog is that you can actually sit down and compose thoughts at length. The other good thing about MY blog is that --I can say with almost certainly-- very few people read it or even know it exists.
So if you are reading this--thanks.


ON THE FRONT:
Life is good!

I'm not free falling off the back of my couch but I am pretty happy with things at the moment.
Can one be content about work, home and love all at the same time? Perhaps fleeting, but if so, I am there at this moment.
I understand that people are put in our lives for reasons--some stay around awhile, so are migratory. I am pretty damn happy that the people I have in mine have not been fleeting as of late.

I love deeply and sincerely and give as much as I can to those few people who return it to me.
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I suppose the educator of the year is something I should consider a once-in-a-career type occurrence. I honestly have not been sure how to respond to it, to others who congratulate me and how I tell anyone about it as it seems like we all work hard--we should all be recognized.
Still, in this small space I will mention that I received this award and it has in a small way helped me to come to grips with the fact that I might actually be a damn good teacher.


My girl is growing up so fast. I love her so much and am just so amazed at what she can do. She has many talents that are obvious, some that only a few see. Still, she (without bias) will be unstoppable -self-confident and charming beyond belief. It is cool to see.

Life is good. Hope it is where you are as well....