Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Mama Mia Mammogram

I was a virgin... until today. My very first mammogram.

Can I just say....

OH
MY
GOD!!!!!

My sister said it was no big deal, didn't hurt, wasn't even that uncomfortable.

UHHHHH BULLSHIT!

and did I mention....

OH
MY

GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Breasts - at least those of any substance - are NOT made to be flattened.

Perhaps, if she stimulated the nipple, I might have been aroused enough that the pain didn't bother me! *laughing*

My question - for those of you who have, uh, ample material and have had such a test - is... how long will they ache for????

I need chocolate.

Fuck!

Monday, August 10, 2009

Where Have All the Stories Gone?

No one needs to remind me what I have lost with my Parents' passing. I miss them both each and every day. So much happens in my life I wish I could share. and I ache to hear the wisdom of life lived from them again.

But it's my children who are really missing out.

I realized when I went back east for a weekend whirlwind that was my Nana's 100th birthday, that what is profoundly missing in our lives is the stories.

I listened to my Aunts and Uncles tell what I call life stories - stories of what used to be, of laughter and fear and determination, stories that remind us what really matters in a world that seems to have lost its way. I listened to the laughter, I shared the tears and I FELT the life in them - the wisdom, the mistakes, the character that carried them through the tough times, the regrets, the moments of joy that I could taste just in the way their eyes lit up. I was quieter than I usually am, I tried to be a sponge, wanted to remember all of it.

They awaken in me a wishing I had listened more carefully to the details of the stories that need to be told and retold, the ones that paint for the listener the essence of the teller and the subjects and bring us together, past present future, the humanity of family.

We are a tribe - the belonging of shared history and futures entwined. And, given the events of the last year, the fragility of it all became glaring.


It also pointed out the need to cultivate those relationships that are real and true and discard those which do not nourish - even within family!

I'm still stewing on this story thing... uh huh...

*sigh of relief*

I have arrived at that place I was so impatient to reach.

I have finally let you go. What you think, what you want, what you feel is no longer of any concern to me.

I do not feel my body tense when your name is mentioned. When I hear of some judgement you have made of me, it doesn't... penetrate, doesn't hurt. The ache is gone.

The entire situation is no less sad, it just... IS. And what it is most... is... not mine.

*smiling*

Peace.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

It's Not Working!

the meditation...

ya...

not so much...

with the....

working!

*chuckling*

Monday, July 27, 2009

Morning Meditation

Wise Ones, passed on before me: grant me the serenity,courage and wisdom:
  • to accept what IS
  • to deal with her with compassion and grace while still standing strong
  • to hold my head up without putting her out of my heart, as I am clearly out of hers
  • to respect my Self without making another wrong
  • to remain open
  • to let go

Friday, July 24, 2009

It is.... what it is



I'm trying to just.... BE with what is.

My logical mind, my ego, is loud though huh? It wants justice, it wants to scream loudly that it isn't fair, it wants others to stand up and say "this is not right damn it!".

Why is that? Why is it that I have yet to be able to make you irrelevant? It isn't that I really care what you think. It isn't that your being absent from my life has left a void. I don't still miss you and want your friendship, I already let that go.

Is it that I've let the person go but not the hurt? What is this ache about, really?

It is a basic human condition to want to be loved and accepted. I want to be loved and accepted. I am neither loved nor accepted by you.

When we are shunned, we want to know why. I do not know what has allowed you to discard me like I was nothing. The contempt in your eyes is piercing, your inability to make eye contact for longer than a second or two is revealing, and as hurt and angry as I am, I do feel pity for you.

We want to know why because it helps us to accept the reality. Also, it's how we learn, how we assess.... What is my part? How did I contribute to this outcome? What could I have done differently? What might I choose differently next time, or not?

What is my struggle? I want to know. I want to ANSWER whatever ACCUSATIONS you have. I feel like I'm chasing a ghost. I fear being judged by people we both love based on untruths, and I want ALL of this to be out loud and in the light. I want to be held accountable for my actions and who I am - not your fears/feelings - untruths turned to fact. I want transparency.

There's that justice thing again huh?

The reality is that I may never have the opportunity to do that. The reality is that people will believe whatever they choose based on their own experience in life and with me.

Accepting or not accepting what IS does not change anything except the level of torment I'm living with. What IS simply IS. How I feel about it, how I choose to deal with it, is what determines my suffering or not.

So knowing all that intellectually, and believing it spiritually, why is it I am currently unable to let go completely?

The ego craves justice because we believe justice will help us let go - of the person, the situation, the pain. The catch? There is no way AROUND the pain - the pain.... IS. And the only way to truly let go and find peace, is to stop trying to fight what is - feel the betrayal, the fear of not being enough, the uncertainty of who will stand in the fire and who will shrink back, the ache of loss.

I have to grieve the belief I held that this is not something you would do. You have done it, are doing it. That... IS. I realize what I believed to be true of you, was not correct or is no longer true. The betrayal I feel is based on my perception that we had a mutual love and friendship for each other, since revealed to have been quite a mistaken perception. I need to learn to trust myself again.

So I'm not yet at that complete disconnect and let go place. But maybe I can be at 'I release it to be what IS without constantly trying to make it something else'. Maybe I can just BE, just notice and feel without fighting it so much, without trying with such desperation to make it something other than what it really is.

I think I've arrived at acceptance.

Monday, July 20, 2009

I'm beginning to let go, I can feel it. After a year of trying to understand, trying to obtain information about why you have discarded me... I am starting to disinvest. Over time, what will happen is that I will no longer care why or what caused it. It simply will not matter... in time.


D pointed something out to me:

When your husband began acting strangely, I was there.

When your husband (my brother) lied and cheated on you, I was there.

When your husband left, I was there.

When you needed help talking to your husband about your children, I was there.

When you needed someone to believe in you, I was there.

When you needed money, I gave it to you.

When your son was in the hospital, I was there.

The next time, it will not be you I am there for - my energy will be only for the children.

I will find a way to let go. because the survival of my Spirit requires it.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

My Dad...

  • had a Buddha belly, usually brown from the sun
  • loved to laugh and found humour all around
  • was as grounded a soul as I have ever known
  • rarely got really angry - I only remember him yelling once
  • loved
  • was open about his mistakes, genuine
  • did better when he knew better
  • taught me about integrity.... what you do when no one is looking and you know you can't get caught sill leaves you to look yourself in the mirror, leaves you knowing even if no one else does.... so make your choices with that in mind and peace will be yours
  • could FART! oh my god
  • valued simplicity in his life, was not materialistic though he did achieve a comfortable affluence
  • taught me that contentment is something inside and can exist if you live in a shack or a mansion
  • did everything in his life by... just doing it
  • was strong, made me feel safe
  • was an amazing Grandpa to my eldest (the others didn't get to know him)
  • taught me that laughter was a powerful thing
  • was loyal, compassionate, and generous
  • I miss him every day

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I want to live fully awake

from Oriah's book The Call, page 32

"Walking asleep, moving in the world disconnected from our essential core, can be dangerous; it means our choices are based not on an accurate picture of what is but on what we want or fear is true. At best, actions based on an inaccurate picture of what is are unlikely to succeed in creating the change we desire. At worst, they will create greater suffering."

and

"Beyond the obvious choices to move away from what is by using a variety of substances – food, alcohol, nicotine, drugs, caffeine – the culturally preferred way of making sure we don’t wake up is to keep ourselves perpetually exhausted with constant activity, endless work, and the consumption of overwhelming amounts of information: to DO continually."

Monday, June 08, 2009

Taking A Page...

from those Dixie girls...


"I'm through with doubt
there's nothing left for me
to figure out
I've paid a price
and I'll keep paying"

Thursday, June 04, 2009

What a difference a day makes!

Tuesday... my car was crunched while parked on the street by my work....hit and run - fucker.

Today.. the first customers of my day... a truck full of fire fighters. Damn! Like it wasn't already HOT outside. NUMMY!!!!!

*evil grin*

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

My Father's Eyes

Nine years and still not a day goes by I don't think of you, wish I could talk to you, ask what you think, want desperately to hug you.

Not one day.

And, I am reminded of you often by what remains... *smiling*

Little John - Kieran - is JUST LIKE YOU. . He has your dimples, your smile, the glint in your eyes. His Spirit is like you too - strong, compassionate, and damn the boy can hug. Papa, you'd be SO proud of him.

I ache for your wisdom and you are still the measure of integrity for me....What would Dad do? What would Dad say? What compassion can be found here that I'm missing? How would Dad deal with this?

And that "Man in the Mirror" thing you taught me is still how I govern my actions and what I teach the boys.

I miss you every day. I love you Papa.

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Perfect Timing...

My husband found me last night while we were doing different things, to share with me something he heard from Wayne Dyer:
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I would rather be loathed for who I am than
loved for who I'm not
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Mr. Dyer said in one sentence what I was trying to say down there in the "Faithless" post. It's his affirmation for dealing with family drama. Fascinating huh? *chuckling* It's a simple sentence, simple message. Simple isn't the same as easy, but there is a huge peace in that kind of simple truth.
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I will not be someone I'm not so you are more comfortable. Deal with it.
*smiling*

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Friday, April 24, 2009

Brilliant Lyrics

SOAR, by Christina Aguilera

When they push when they pull, tell me can you hold on
When they say you should change can you lift your head high and stay strong
Will you give up, give in, when your heart's crying out that it's wrong
Will you love you for you at the end of it all

Now, in life, there's gonna be times when you're feelin' low
And in your mind, insecurity seems to take control
We start to look outside ourselves for acceptance and approval
We keep forgettin' that the one thing we should know is...

Don't be scared to fly alone, find a path that is your own
Love will open every door it's in your hands, the world is yours
Don't hold back and always know, all the answers will unfold
What are you waiting for, spread your wings and soar

The boy who wonders is he good enough for them
He's tryin' to please 'em all but he just never seems to fit in
Then there's the girl who thinks she'll never ever be good enough for him
She's tryin' to change and that's a game she'll never win

In life there's gonna be times when you're feeling low
And in your mind insecurity seems to take control
We start to look outside ourselves for acceptance and approval
We keep forgettin' that the one thing we should know is...

Don't be scared to fly alone, find a path that is your own
Love will open every door it's in your hands, the world is yours
Don't hold back and always know, all the answers they will unfold
What are you waiting for, spread your wings and soar

In the mirror is where she comes face to face with her fears
Her own reflection, now foreign to her after all these years
All of her life she has tried to be something besides herself
Now time has passed and she's ended up someone else with regret
What is it in us that makes us feel the need to keep pretending
Gotta let ourselves be

Don't be scared to fly alone, find a path that is your own
Love will open every door it's in your hands, the world is yours
Don't hold back and always know, all the answers they will unfold
What are you waiting for, spread your wings and soar

Don't be scared to fly alone, find a path that is your own
Love will open every door it's in your hands, the world is yours
Don't hold back and always know, all the answers they will unfold
What are you waiting for, spread your wings and soar
Don't wait, no more
You can soar
Spread your wings and soar
Don't wait, no more
Spread your wings and soar
So What you waiting for?
Don't wait......
Whoa!......
Don't wait, no more......
Don't wait......
Don't Wait...

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Alone With Truth

One of my favourite quote type things (I don't know if I have the exact wording correct and I have not been able to find who to attribute the quote to, thus the 'quote type thing') is:



"Extraordinary circumstances do not make heroes or cowards, they simply unveil them to the eyes of men"

True huh? We are revealed when we are in extraordinary circumstances, when trauma, pain, fear, even joy are so extreme that our ability to keep up appearances fails. Then, how we feel and WHO we are becomes apparent.



This poem is in the same vein. It's a little dated in it's wording, but I do love the message:




The Man in the Glass - Author Unknown

When you get what you want in your struggles for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass,
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
Some people might think you're a straight-shooting chum
And call you a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest
For he's with you clear to the end
And you've passed your most dangerous test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.


Thursday, March 05, 2009

So my Sister sent me this... I cried

You


You caught me when I fell and kept me from hitting the ground.


You held me there and comforted me in my pain.


You built me up, little by little, until I slowly was able to stand, leaning on you still, but stronger.


You supported and protected me. You encouraged, defended, advised, and loved me despite my weakness, failings, and misspoken words.


You cared for me.


You were and are "there" for me.


I know I am not alone.



Because of you I am at peace -- with myself, with my past, and with my present.


Because of you I am growing stronger every day and know that I am whole and will be able to face the uncertainties that lie ahead.


You sheltered my soul.


You helped me find my spirit.


You mended my heart.


C, you saved my life.


I love you. And it feels so good to know that you love me too.


L

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Exercise

I am not interested in....

What I really want is...

Go ahead, finish the statements. Again. And again.

This is something sometimes asked of participants in retreats/workshops Oriah Mountain Dreamer leads. It's a tool, used to remove layers. We get buried in layers, don't we? I mean, our western world piles them on everywhere we turn - TV media, advertising, billboard, magazines - all telling us what we should be, what we should aspire to, what we should want. So what we TRULY want in the deepest corners of our souls, can get lost, buried in layers.

I'm going to do this exercise today. I think (or like to think) I'm a little less buried than some - I don't buy into the keeping up with the Jones mentality - but there is no question I'm affected by the programming of our world.

I'm curious to see where this exercise leads me and what revelations might await!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

"I want to know if you can be faithless, and therefore trustworthy"

-from The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer



Faithless: Willing to break an agreement previously made in order to be true to your own soul.

This is not an easy thing to do. Oriah says it's not "comfortable'.
She's right.
It isn't.

But, if we value truth in our lives, then there are times we have to make a decision to be true to ourselves even if another will see it as betrayal and be hurt. The alternative is to pretend you feel/want differently and betray yourself instead.

I can be faithless.
I do not take it lightly.
It has a price.
There is cost.
Sometimes a huge cost.

I would rather have a few impeccable relationships of depth and meaning than any in which I am required to compromise who I am or where pretense is the priority rather than substance. I want to stand in the fire, I want those I love to stand with me. There is no in between - either you will stand in the fire or you won't.

My goal is not to make things appear OK while burying the magnitude of hurt between us, it is to actually be OK. This cannot be accomplished by one person in a relationship, it requires both parties to be willing to truly see themselves and the other - in all our humanness - and work through the details that lead us back to OK.


I know that what you chose in that moment, and what you seem to be continuing to choose, came from a place of fear. I have compassion for the wounded soul that in those moments of trauma needed someone to blame because facing the reality was too much to carry. I can forgive that in those moments you chose to blame me. What I cannot understand is that you have not - now that time has passed since the trauma - reassessed... self assessed... investigated the facts to see if, perhaps, you judged too quickly and in contradiction to the truth.

And I know I have my own humanness, my own ways that are not for everyone, my own human failings. I believe my 'sins' as you listed them, are all things that could have been addressed quickly and easily with a simple conversation. I think your trouble with me is much less about these 'sins' and much more about fear of your own demons and, if you're honest with yourself, a lack of respect for who I am, which you are absolutely entitled to but have yet to own.

My perception is, I'm sure, very different than yours. From where I stand, you were judge, jury, and executioner to me without the benefit of any investigation into the assumptions you made or even the courtesy of a conversation with me about your concerns. Rather, you talked to others whom we both love about the conclusions you jumped to in a moment of fear. And you felt (feel?) justified in doing so. During that time and as a result of it, I was unwelcome in my own family, an outsider. You will either hold on to your blame - accurate or not - or you will desire our both investigating the truth - of the facts and of our mutual humanness.


So where does my being faithless come in? In order to be true to myself, I cannot continue to attend the big family functions and just... pretend. You seem to want to continue as if nothing has changed. For me, a great deal has changed. I saw a side of you that makes judgements in an instant without regard for fact or reality. I was discarded... collateral damage of the war you fight with your demons and/or a desperate attempt to hide from them.


While I knew the part of you that jumps to conclusions and loved you anyway, I had no idea you were capable of turning these conclusions into fact without turning back, without being willing to look at the details and the possibility of error. I find that scary. Knowing that, I do not trust you. Unless we choose to face this out loud together, I fully expect that when the alternative of facing some current challenge is too hard for you, I would once again be the scape goat, be thrown under the bus.

I am not capable of pretending and I do not want to teach my children that pretending is an acceptable choice when dealing with hurts in relationships. I am not willing to spend vacation times in a setting where I cannot freely be myself, where I feel unwelcome, not valued, not respected. My idea of family is quite different than that.

So, we will not be attending.

I'm still working through the fall out emotionally. I do not claim victory or righteousness. Far from it - this is all very sad. I do not hate you, nor do I wish you ill. I am hurt, still stunned at what strikes me as a shocking, mind boggling circumstance. I worked hard to not put you out of my heart. I'm still working on holding you in it - it will take time.

I stood in the center of the fire with you when others did not. I did not shrink back. I stood up when the pain in your life was so severe you could not. I sacrificed a great deal for you. You either see that, value that, or you don't. That fire is yours now.

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Friday, January 02, 2009

What If?

Maybe it's meant to be a struggle? Maybe we are supposed to be floundering, bashing against the rocks in a sometimes futile swim upstream? I never believed this before - I suppose I don't now, it's just a need to understand.

But, fuck if I know. I wrote here once that the older I get the less I know.

I used to know contentment. There was this quiet little center of me that was unwavering. Even if trauma arose, which it did, there was this quiet knowing inside. I don't have it now, that contented peace inside.

I want desperately to feel that again. It breeds a sense of being capable, a sense of empowerment, and a peace for clear thought and being. I think what scares me the most, is the thought of resignation to not ever having it again.

For a woman who has spent her entire life believing that we create our world, our lives - I am searching for how I am 'here' in my life. How is it that chaos and lack of peace and a general sense of not being able to keep head above water has taken up residence in my life? And it isn't in only one area of my life, it's everywhere I look.

I'm tired. That fly trying to get through that window in the house didn't die for lack of want or lack of trying, he died because he couldn't see another way, so he just kept trying what he knew.

What if what I know isn't enough?

Friday, December 26, 2008

The Fly

He's flying along in the clear blue yonder. He has a goal. He was on his way, or so he thought. Then, swoosh through an open door, and though he is unaware, he's in your house. He flies about in what seems a very purposeful way. He doesn't even really know he's off course yet. He's just flying.

The realization that something isn't right hits him when he hits the glass of your window at full flying speed and, with a thud, drops down to the sill stunned with a WTF going through his head.

He can SEE the yonder. It's right THERE for Godsakes! He thinks to himself 'I'll try again'. Wings buzzing like crazy he tries again. Then again. And again. He can see what he wants, but he can't seem to get there no matter how hard he tries.

He's no quitter though huh? He keeps at it. Perseverance, determination, he thuds on over and over and over. There's no lack of work ethic here, nosiree!

Time passes, he grows weary, his head hurts, he's discouraged and eventually - exhausted - he succumbs. But he sure did fight the fight.

His reality is limited huh? It's limited by his perception, by his paradigm I think they call it. He can't know that if he just flew around the side of the window a few inches, there's an open door which would allow him to fly back to yonder.

I feel like that fly - endlessly trying with a sore head, but getting nowhere and questioning whatever limited thinking is keeping me stuck.

Monday, November 17, 2008

White Flag

There are times when there just isn't any fight left in us.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

I miss the way he held my hand
I miss how he believed in me, to his core, without the slightest doubt
I miss his "It'll all work out" smile and the way his eyes... loved
I miss how safe I felt with him here
I miss my Dad

Friday, October 31, 2008

Moments Past

When I was a little girl, I used to sit under the table as all the family women - in sensible shoes and stockings with Kleenexes stuffed up the cuffs of their cardigans or sometimes into the strap of their bras, tipped n tailed beans from the garden.


They'd natter on about whichever current family scandal was abrew, they'd talk about aches n pains, they'd whitter about which child would be best served by a good swat upside the head, what the tea was like, the price of bread and the state of the world.


I'd listen, giggling to myself when I heard damn or bugger. I'd reach my small hand slyly up from under the table to pinch some of the already pared beans to crunch on. Sometimes I'd do this without notice, sometimes a mysterious hand would provide a handful to my smaller one, and sometimes, it'd get it smacked. If the first reaction was a smack, I'd try another area of the round table. I just couldn't always tell by the shoes or stockings, which of the women was which.


If I forgot to bring something to play with, I'd use rocks, only they wouldn't be rocks in my mind, they'd be shape shifters or magic jumping rocks or rock creatures and I'd play with them like I would Barbies.

If I was quiet enough, and they forgot I was under there, sometimes I'd get to hear the really good gossip -whose husband was caught shamefully with the trollop from town, or how the girl up the road has come up pregnant. Such things would never be talked about 'in front' of me, but in my imaginary magical world under that table, I got to be part of the grown up world, shielded by the table cloth but still in the know and feeling like I was one of the women in some way.

There was an innocence then - not just because of my youth, the WORLD was more innocent then. What is common place now was shocking then - shocking like stop you in your tracks and make you shudder shocking.

Families were extended - Grandparents, wrinkly Great Aunts who squeezed pudgy cheeks and left sloppy trails on your face from wet kisses, old men who smelled funny, and cousins gallore.

There was a bread winner and a home maker. Roles were clear and life was simpler. Well.. from here, looking back it certainly seems that way. We have a way of romanticizing that which feels out of reach, but I think at the very least, the pace was slower, even if life wasn't easier.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Seeking and Peaceful

Many moons ago, a psychic told me I was a seeker. I have endless questions about life, living, the mystery of the universe, connection, the human condition. The word "why" passes over these lips like you'd expect from a 3 year old encountering the world for the first time.

There have been times in my life when the relentless questions have left me exhausted and confused. Even after some answers are revealed, there is still mystery all around us - it's part of the wonder of living huh?

Lately, I'm no less filled with questions than usual, but I am much more.... at peace. I feel as though I'm in transition, in the process of transforming - though how and what, I cannot yet say... but I'm sure looking forward to it. *chuckling*

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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Rituals

I generally get up between 4:45am and 5:00am each work day morning (depending on how many times I hit the dreaded snooze button!) to meditate. I started earlier this year. I've gone periods of time when I haven't - a day or two, sometimes a week or two - but I always seem to come back to it. I experienced the benefits early on - calmer over all, more likely to be naturally positive in my approach to life, slower to frustrate.



Some days my mind quiets easily and there's a funky zen state that happens, like the moments just before you fall asleep. Other days, my thoughts are persistent and loud, so stillness more elusive. Still, even on the not so good days of meditation, there's this powerful peace about it all.



I light a candle, and incense. Sometimes I have music, sometimes I open the sliding door and listen to the leaves dance or the rain fall. But always, there is something... sacred about it.



The other thing that's become a bit of a ritual is morning coffee with my husband. Our three boys and two dogs make for a busy and noisy house, - full of life - laughter, squabbling siblings, raunchy electric base or guitar wafting up from the basement, barking dogs, squeals of delight and conflict. So, at about 6:00, after I'm ready for work and while the house is still quiet, we sit in the same peaceful space I meditate in, enjoy a coffee together and talk for about a half hour.



There's something grounding about these two rituals, personally and in terms of our.... coupledom - is that a word? *laughing* It is now.



The pace of the world is out of control and there's always so much to juggle that it sometimes feels impossible to keep up and not drop balls. These two simple things have empowered my husband and myself. I'm excited to see what other benefits will come.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Let It Rain

It absolutely POURED rain last night. I fell into dreamland with the sound of big fat rain drops landing on then dripping off of the leaves on the trees in the wooded area behind us. I was blustery and the downpour would surge then calm then surge again. It was truly heavenly to fall asleep to.

I do love the rain.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Choices

I know I've been delinquent. Much MUCH has happened, as often does in a year of a person's life huh? I need to do this more. I need the outlet - creative and practical. I need to read y'all more too - much has happened for you too, as I can see from the stop ins I make when I steal a moment. You are wise.

Things happen in your life sometimes that challenge the core of who you are. You find yourself asking questions about your true motivations and if there is a carefully constructed reality surrounding you or if you really DO look at the world eyes open. I'm still sorting this one.

Someone special keeps referring to the sfbb - my husband is reading one too (wonder if it's the same one). We're also exploring (or re-exploring) Tolle's newest book and others like it - The Four Agreements, The Invitation, The Dance.

Peace.
It feels good to be back.


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I can't believe the date down there

Yikes !

That's a long time ago, that last post



Thursday, March 15, 2007

I am so fortunate! Each day when I come to work, I drive through a rain forest. A fucking rain forest - it's gorgeous. Massive trees older than dirt, moss and vine covered... magnificent.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Today... the way my kids make me laugh til I can't breathe - amazing little creatures!

My cup runneth over!

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Monday, March 12, 2007

The Man in the Moon is SMILING!

He IS!

AT MEEEE!

Today on the way to work, I looked up and there he was.

I've seen sliver moons, quarter moons.... but I've never seen the nose, smiling eyes, and grin that I saw today.

Phenomenal.

I'm blessed!

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Saturday, March 10, 2007

Popcorn.

That's today's.

Not air popped, not microwave

Actual pot popped in oil popcorn

With butter

Real butter

and

Salt

Nummy!

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Thursday, March 08, 2007

Catch Up

Ooops. fell a little behind in this gratitude thing! *laughing*

Soooo... 6 things....

  • the fabulous cranberry scones I get at the coffee shop (it's like eating a tree first thing in the morning, holy fibre batman!)
  • almond oil - the best skin softening agent known to man
  • sweat peas and sunflowers - my favs!
  • delightfully coloured file folders - cuz didn't it get painfully boring and bland looking at ivory all day?
  • cruise control - makes rocking out like a spaz much easier *giggling*
  • melt in your mouth creamy smooth delectable orgasmic chocolate

OK - I think I'm all caught up now!!

Cheers

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Friday, March 02, 2007

Testosterone Fan I am I am

Today it's those fabulous male customers who brighten my day with flirty banter. It's fun, good for the ego, and gets those happy endorphins vibrating all over the bod!

*grin*

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Thursday, March 01, 2007

ala C

Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts.


  • I had an extremely religious phase in grade 9 (9th grade in the US) - and I do mean EXTREMELY! I was full blown born again - complete with the superiority complex and condescending attitude for anyone who didn't hold the same opinion. I was gonna save the world, bible in hand

  • I was 'the fat kid' in school, until about grade 10 - hence the end of my religious phase *laughing*

  • I am a whore for the perfect bite - every bite counts. If I get to the end of a sandwich and the mayo didn't quite reach there, or it's missing ham - I'll get up and do what needs to be done to fix it. If that final forkfull of salad is naked because the dressing missed it, that can (and will) be corrected. If I'm at the end of a meal and that last bite needs... salt, so be it. My Husband laughs at me, but hey.... the perfect bite is a beautiful thing!

  • I have a crooked pinkie finger. It's a family thing, my Dad had it, my sister has it, my nieces and nephews have it.

  • I'm really not fond of talking on the phone. I mean, I do it because it's better than no contact, but I really don't like it.

  • I have a secret desire to own and operate one of those metaphysical-funky spiritual-occult type stores.

  • There are some foods I eat in an odd way. When I eat an O Henry, I eat from the outside in, until all that is left is that long nougaty cylinder in the center. When I eat pop corn, I chew off all the crunchy bits leaving only the soft fluffy part - I call them melties - which I eat last. Eating a banana, I will scrape my teeth lightly up the outside, removing the outer portion and leaving the slimy looking inside portion still to enjoy. When I eat a big juicy dill pickle, I use my jaw to crush the flesh inside, suck the juicy pulp out, then eat the shell last.

  • I have a bit of a fetish for the cold wet of a dog's nose. Now now... not like that (I put that sort of thing on the other blog)! I just like how they feel, so I'll snuggle up with my Koda and run my finger gently around his nose. Well....! the instructions said WEIRD things!

  • I am with earrings as Imelda was with shoes - you really CAN'T have too many!

  • I can (and do) serve drinks with my breasts.

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I Got The Music In Me

So that chick you see boppin all around when you're driving behind her...
That one who is just givin it hell singing her face off at stop light even though you're laughing your ass off watching her...
The girl doing the air drum solo in between shifts...
The one who smiles at you while she completely rocks out...
I'm that girl.

Today.... I'm grateful for music and the way it fill us, lifts us, connects us to our humanness, allows us to feel free. Oh... and I'm grateful for a kickass stereo too! *grin*

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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

CS Lipstick... uh huh

Today? Long-wear lipstick. I mean the kind that doesn't come off when you.... eat, drink... suck. Goddamned marvellous shit - just sayin'.

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Monday, February 26, 2007

I have been ill with something flu like. It is the most violent, brutal stomach illness I have ever experienced, and given I spent the weekend in bed, I am profoundly grateful for an incredibly comfortable cozy bed.

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Thursday, February 22, 2007

Every morning....

when I get to work, my coffee cup has been emptied of the previous day's goo, cleaned, and placed on my desk for today's cup o java. It's one of those little kindnesses that make me smile. Thank you K.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Sally Girl

Yup, today I'm grateful for the amazing Goddess of Hair and Style who graciously transforms my hair each month.

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Monday, February 19, 2007

Rain

Yup, today it's rain. Love it.

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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Today... NAPS! I'm grateful for the most delightful nap.

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Friday, February 16, 2007

And today....

the sun came out. Bright glittery in the sky, warm soothing, sunglassess required.

Thank you!

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Thursday, February 15, 2007

Today, I am very aware of being truly loved by my husband.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Wake up Juice

Today I'm grateful for COFFEE! Double Double for those of you who speak Canadian, though I do prefer deep brown sugar.

God Bless Coffee!

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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Time and energy are in short supply. I'm tired. But... I have decided I will AT LEAST note something I'm grateful for each day, as it moves me, from big things to tiny seemingly irrelevant things.

Today, I am grateful for that lovely family of black bunnies that feed on the grassy patch near the freeway. Everyday that I come to work, I pass them. And everyday I see them, they make me smile.

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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Koda




has GROWN!!!! He is 66 pounds at six months!!!!!!!!!

And... we have a new addition - a wee little lost soul who now has a whole family loving her. We call her Cassie (the kids' choice) and she might weigh 10 pounds - maybe!

Soo... next we'll be building a fence *laughing*

Thursday, January 25, 2007

My Writing Delinquency

We have been without a computer at home for some time now, and work doesn't provide much privacy, so posting there isn't easy. I will be more present now we have a new computer. And I'm LOVING the big wide screen monitor!

Koda

So that sweet little baby bear I brought home a few months back is now a whopping 66 pounds!

Pictures to follow soon.

Friday, December 29, 2006

Enchanted Captivated Stimulated Curious

"She thought about what she had, where she was centered, central, the centerpiece, and why she came where she was none of those. She knew her place on the altar but shook off worship like she did leers, jeers, and gaping dumbass boy stares, preferring instead the secrets of the confessional and the darkness behind the curtain. Those who wanted to build her up had no idea she wanted to be taken apart. Then put back together. "

- Edge wrote that up there, posted it almost a year ago.

When Edge wrote this, when I read the words the first time, waves washed quietly over me as I sat breathless. I read it over and over. I went back to it day after day. I've no idea who my dear friend was holding in his heart when he wrote those words, or if perhaps it was a 'collective of women' that inspired it. What I do know, is how it held me then, holds me still.

I cut and pasted those words up there, then printed them. The little paper is folded umpteen times like it was stolen from an origami graveyard. It whispers to me to experience it again. It screams loudly if I haven't for too long. The outside folds are darker now from wear and grime, the edges curl some, there's a tiny rip because of how often it has been unfolded, read, refolded and tucked away in my wallet in the 007 pocket no one else looks in.

I touched me. It touches me still. It makes me smile. It makes me melt. It smacks of all sorts of things that I identify with. It perplexes me and I relate to it all at once. It both fills me and leaves me hungry. I'm drawn to it. Still.


It is very mysterious to me, I have not unraveled it's secrets. I might never. I think maybe it raises questions deep inside the core of me that I haven't delved into completely. I find the whole thing fascinating.

Fascinating.

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Monday, December 11, 2006

Edge's post today stirred me. (He does that ya know!)

I read it and went back to work, but his words stayed with me. The story he told enveloped me and took me back to a time past but still with me too.

I remember like yesterday those days. I remember the doctor talk, the white coats and rich shoes. I remember the tubes and machines and bags hanging - some for fluid going in, some for fluid going out. Clear. Red. Yellow.

I remember my Mother's eyes.


I remember people looking away, fidgeting because the discomfort of not knowing what to say was unbearable for them.

I knew from the day I got that phone call - before they even knew what it was - that this unknown thing was going to be what took her from us. I knew. It wasn't that I didn't have hope - of course I hoped. But in the depths of me, was a voice preparing me for letting go. I never did, really. I haven't still, and... reading that post this morning reassured me, I don't want to.

More than the agony of the helplessness, the weight of fear, the sharp penetrating pain of loss, there is a quietly accepting peace that washes over me now. I feel a faith in the circle of life and the healing power of love - both in fighting an illness and in the graceful crossing over when that time comes.

It does not mean if I had an ill child that I'd happily give him up or lose him without anger. I cannot fathom how I might cope with that. But reading Edge's post, reliving the moments so clear in my heart and mind, made me feel closer to my Mom. I miss her terribly, everyday, but not turning away from the experience of her - that feels powerful to me.

Thanks Mr. Edge.


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Friday, November 24, 2006

So I heard on the news this morning

that BC leads the country in child poverty (I think they said for the 6th year running, but I could be mistaken).

They translated that to 23% of children living below the poverty line - a line that is so ridiculously low, that the real percentage is likely more like 50%. So somewhere between 1 in 4 and 2 in 4 children do not have enough to eat, safe and comfortable housing, warm enough clothing, and sufficient health care. Combine that with the reality that most of the parents of said children are 'the working poor' - working long hours for little money, depleted of time and energy and therefore less available to those children for true parenting - and we find ourselves growing a nation of lost souls. I do not know the numbers for other provinces, but I'm sure it isn't pretty.

But... come on Canada, we all know it is MUCH more important that we spend our tax dollars on securing a TITLE for Quebec, than solving the profound and basic human dignity issues facing our children - the future leaders of this nation of ours.

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note:

I have nothing against the people of Quebec. My family originates from Quebec, and many of my relatives still live there. These proud people have voted - more than once - to stay in Canada, to keep Canada united coast to coast. They have spoken - it's just the political arena isn't listening. I do not believe it is the Quebec people as a whole keeping this wound open, but rather the politicians.

Just sayin'



Thursday, November 23, 2006

I don't usually do this, but...

Enough already!!!

I'm so sick and tired of Quebec wanting - getting - special treatment and thinking they are more important than the rest of us Canadians.

When I imagine (because it's never entirely disclosed) the millions upon millions of Canadian tax dollars that have been spent on the debate over Quebec - what it should get, separation, and now a proposal by our fearless if less than wise leader that Quebecers form a nation "that is currently within Canada" - well, it makes me shudder in disgust.

How might those same dollars have been spent instead? Oh my GOD!! Perhaps improving wait lists at hospitals, refunding the deep cuts to child services, re-staffing schools so class sizes are not in the vicinity of 30 students per teacher, and hundreds of other fabulously worthy issues benefitting ALL Canadians, not one fucking province.

ENOUGH ALREADY!

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Silly Tidbits

Apparently I'm a little cryptic in my writing here, I talk about the big life stuff, but reveal very little about myself and my life. Sooo... I agreed to more detail.

  • I've been told I'm like an M & M
  • I don't like when my finger nails are short, they are almost always painted and long
  • my husband is an amazing soul and the best friend I've ever known - still
  • I sang in a rock band many moons ago - it was a time of big hair and spandex
  • the Dr. Seuss book - Oh The Places You'll Go is absolutely fabulous
  • I live near the ocean, I don't want to live anywhere else
  • I miss my parents in a way I can't even find words for
  • I was with my Mom when she took her last breath
  • I wasn't with my Dad - I desperately wish I had been
  • My MIL died last year - I was blessed with TWO amazing Mothers
  • I feel all three of them deeply, often
  • I loved being pregnant. would love to be pregnant again
  • I am the 'baby' of the family, my sister and brother are 10 and 12 years older than me, respectively
  • I have been told I'm a lot like my Dad - might just be the best compliment you could pay me
  • I have 3 sons - almost 14, 6, and just turned 4
  • not ONE of them is a passive soul - Aquarius, Aires, and Scorpio
  • Koda is suckling on my toe as I write this (medium dog, 40 pounds - MY ASS, btw - he's gonna be a BIG boy)
  • The movie How To Make An American Quilt has such intricately woven life messages, I think I may still not have picked up on all of em!
  • my wild side has scared people away before
  • I have been to a psychic, I'll go again
  • there are a handful of men who have touched me deeply
  • a few have left a mark that is permanent (one hasn't even touched me physically)
  • I'm profoundly grateful for each
  • I love sound of a fire crackling with ocean waves in the background
  • I don't like socks, rarely wear them
  • I do like sand between my toes, even in November
  • I think Grandmas should be plump
  • there are a handful of people who have seen me cry - I'm getting better at being more open
  • I have plants ALL over my house
  • The first cup of coffee in the morning is sacred
  • I have very little, if any really, time alone - something I miss and I'm trying to change
  • I feel fortunate every day for the parents I was born to and the people in my life
  • I swear. A lot.
  • I love working with men
  • There is an anniversary coming up that makes me smile - you know I love you, am so grateful for you, and love that we 'met' *grin*

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Monday, November 06, 2006

November 4th

is the day Morrie died.

I did not know this when on Saturday (November 4th btw) I finally decided to read a book that Husband has been asking me to read for weeks. Tuesdays With Morrie, is a wonderful read.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

A Moment In Time

She sat quietly across the table from him. His eyes smiled at her, loving her. He held her small hands in his large plump ones, enveloping them, keeping them warm like he did her spirit. It was like it always was, and for a moment in time, she remembered what it was like to feel whole and content and safe, to feel assured and capable.

He did that for her, he always had - he reassured her things would be OK and had her believing there was nothing she couldn't do, cope with, handle. He believed in her - in her goodness, her strength, her kindness, her absolute ability to take on the world and make it better at the same time.

The lines on his face told the story of his journey - a tale of a man who grabbed life by the balls and hung on tight yelling "yeeeeeeeee - haaaaaaaaaw" while it whipped him around, the bruises of experience turning to wisdom over time. Yup, he lived, and he taught her to do the same.

Deep, weathered crevices wove through thickened skin - a criss-cross pattern of the joy and pain worn like a badge for all to see. He was the bravest man she knew - in many different ways.

Those lines there... they were from the hundreds of times his eyes filled with love as he looked at his wife preparing a meal or tending the garden. The origin of those lines is what taught her of commitment, of lifetime love, of family and belonging.

Those ones there... they're from all that time spent in the hospital and the way-too-many-surgeries he endured with grace and dignity. Yes, he taught her about being strong, about persevering, about determination, and about hope. He taught her by how he lived through it, how he remained open, when he had more reasons than most to close.

Those ones there told of the delight and worry of being a parent. She never once questioned his love for her, she knew she mattered. He had guided her through peer pressure and bolstered her when she felt she wasn't enough. He'd taught her the first person she had to please was herself - like, "if you build it, they will come"- only different. His love was the most complete pure love she'd known, and if she wasn't sure of it before, she knew looking into his eyes now that he had shaped the core of her and that gift was a part of her every day.

Their eyes stayed locked as they loved each other. She wanted to keep the moment close, as if in a frame on her wall, to take down and hold and cherish and feel - just like she did in that moment in time. She wanted to memorize every detail - everything she was feeling, every tingle in her body, how it felt to be close to him again, how when he looked at her his eyes filled with love and pride and respect. And... every one of those lines, because what they represented to her was so profound and soothing she couldn't bear the thought she might forget even one.

She felt herself trying to capture it, hold it close.

And then she woke up.

Her eyes welled warm and overflowed like a waterfall streaming down her face in an instant as the eruption of emotions took her over. The ache of not having him in her world had been there since he'd passed, and she knew now it would never go away completely. She grieved desperately for the loss of him, but even in that pain, she felt him so strongly, and she knew she'd been given a gift.

He came to visit her, to touch her, to remind her. He felt her needing him, and he was there, as he'd always been. Perfect.

She felt a wave of calm wash over her, filled with love for him and from him she heard herself say out loud " Thank you Daddy "
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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Befuddled and Bewildered

I'm having a gump moment
You know.... that whole....
"I don't know who's right Jenny... if it's Mama or Lt. Dan... I don't know if it's destiny or if we're all floatin along accidental like on a breeze"
thing
Ya, that

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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Oh Whatever!

I'm going through a phase, I think. Anyone knows me, knows I do deep - connected - raw in my relationships. That's cool, but it's not ALL the time, not ALL consuming heavy deep shit. FUCK!

Those overused phrases are driving me insane. I'm irritated and impatient, and ya, I guess a little cynical currently. I hear people talking the airy fairy terms of soul and soulmate and unconditional love and I find myself rolling my eyes and dying to say PUHLEASE! Talking it is running rampant. As a society we are talking the fucking shit out of it all, just DO it for godsakes! Do the loving, don't just talk about it.

Sometimes... it's time to just suck it up, get on with it, stop moaning and just get it done already!

For those of you old enough, I feel a little like Fish from Ally McBeal or even dearest Dr. House! EEK!

Still... not EVERYTHING has to be spoken and ushy gushy phsycho babble goo! I love that shit, I do - but it's SO much already, it's like using and exclamation mark at the end of every sentence.

Or, I might just be bitchy. Sorry.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Poor Planning!

OK! I landed in Calgary on Friday in flip-flops and capri pants and it was FUCKING SNOWING! September 15 for GODSAKES! WTF!?????

I am clearly an Island girl all the way! Beautiful BC, I am SO glad to be back home in paradise!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

I took the last week off work so I could be part of the school starting events. Youngest in preschool for the first time, middle in Kindergarten, and eldest in grade 8 or 8th grade for you American readers *smiling*

Back at work for a few days, then I'm off to Calgary for a wedding. Calgary is in the province of Alberta and is the closest thing to Texas that Canada has - cowboys and cattle, rednecks, tight jeans and big belt buckles, a booming oil industry, hardass line em up and shoot em thinking, whiskey drinkin and smokin, and places like "The Liquor emporium" or "The Liquor Barn".

Soooo... add a large Irish Catholic wedding in such a location... ought to be quite entertaining me thinks! I'm really looking forward to it. And... I'm going WITHOUT kids, all by my self! Wooooo hoooo!


Ohhhh.... and I guess that means I'll be IN CHURCH and ON MY KNEES this weekend! I'll wear my big clunky glittery cross, the one that rests right in the nestle.. you know the neslte don't ya? *giggling*

Friday, August 18, 2006

No Bias Here


Could he BE cuter?

Thursday, August 17, 2006

BACK

My normally intensely sexual self has been... well.... MIA as of late. I was beginning to worry!

But today, I experienced the female equivalent of "IT MOVED" - and without mango! George baby, I feel ya my man!

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Introducing Koda



Update!

Sadly, Onyx was reclaimed by the asshole that neglected him already. I am scared for him, but powerless to help.

Another little fellow was rescued from the same place after Onyx, and the lady at the shelter saved him just for us because she knew we'd provide a loving home for him.

He is tiny, and still recovering from not being cared for, but seems very content to be loved.

We named him Koda (from the movie Brother Bear) because he looks like a miniature bear cub.

(I did try to post his picture here, but it doesn't seem to be working) *Pout*



Friday, August 11, 2006

Faith

I bought a collar

And a leash

And a bag of high quality puppy chow

And some of the meaty moisty stuff too

For the puppy I don't yet have

Thursday, August 10, 2006

I mention I hate waiting?

I'm really AWEFUL at it!

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Puppy Please

I'm a Lady in waiting. OK, I'm no lady at all, but I am waiting.

I don't wait well.

Hate to wait.

But.... I am very excited about what I 'may' be waiting for.

We went to the animal shelter on the weekend. My family has been contemplating a getting a dog since the fall of 2005. Given I don't get to bring my little time-share doggy to work anymore, it feels like time.

Sooooo.... we looked online, and went to see a dog there. And, as we were there, my youngest found...... a puppy. A tiny little boy who was found flea and worm infested at his owner's home. It breaks my heart anyone could be so neglectful. Anyway.... the guy has until Friday to pay for the treatment and reclaim his puppy (can you believe he's allowed to do that after mistreating it already!?) and if he doesn't, then.... we get him.

The shelter guy was fabulous. He said.... call me with a name for the puppy by 4 and I'll go on Wednesday to find out if the owner wants to pay. He also said that he's been at the shelter for 2 years and he's never seen the owners pay... sooo... I'm hopeful!

He's black.

I named him Onyx.

I want him.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006


You know those moments when everything falls into place, when for just that moment in time there is clarity, peace, contentment... when everything makes sense and things are as they should be... when all the muscles in your body are fluid and relaxed... when you sleep that deep restful sleep that leaves you fresh and full of energy... when you understand how you fit in the world and your philosophies are in tune with you and your surroundings?

This isn't one of those moments!

I feel like I'm in a vortex. It's almost an out of body experience. Who is SHE and what the fuck is she doing with my life?

I crave simplicity, just for a while. Boring sounds kinda tempting in this instant. (Hush Edge, I KNOW I KNOW!)

OK... Deeeeeep Breath.... Ready or not Day, here I come.

(I think the Day is ready just fine, it's ME that needs more time!) *laughing*

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Thursday, July 13, 2006

I miss...

  • what used to be
  • belonging
  • feeling like no matter where we each were, we were never truly alone
  • melting into your chest and feeling the world disappear, feeling safe
  • the knowing
  • feeling like I can rely on someone other than myself
  • being able to completely relax
  • letting my guard down, just... being
  • the contentment

But I do hope...

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Early Warning System

I am continually amazed at nature's ability to provide protections and systems to keep animals safe. Exceptional hearing or sight, incredible speed, the ability to camouflage by changing colour are all tools for such protection and survival. We humans have lost some of our innate abilities, and we de-evolve as we become more and more arrogant about our superiority. We could take many a lesson from the animal kingdom.

Take, for instance, the gigantic IP (impending punctuation) zit that many - if not all - women grow somewhere painfully obvious on our faces in the days preceding the arrival of the dreaded period. As irritating as it is to us, it really provides a profound service to men folk. It is, without question, an Early Warning System. It says.... if I'm not already bitched up like a crazy woman throwing a chair or wagging a finger on Jerry Springer, I'm about to be - so walk softly and be prepared cuz them horns they are a comin'!!!

Just sayin'

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Have you ever connected with another soul on such a level that you were kind of.... twins... kind of.... kindred spirits?

LG - my niece... is this amazing soul. She is.... magical, mystical, healing, peaceful, kind, adventurous, stimulating.... she is... ALIVE.

The parts of each of us that are not the same, or similar - those parts of her that aren't like me? Those are things I aspire to. She is.... me, but evolved. She is... at 20, what I grew to by 35. She has innate wisdom I didn't at her age.

She is... life energy. I love her. I am grateful for her every day. I know I have purpose in her life as she has profound purpose in mine. I cherish every moment.

Love you LG. Thank you!!!

Friday, June 16, 2006

Pussy Party

So I've been craving some girl time! Now.... this is actually kind of unusual for me in that many women don't actually...well... like me - I can, uh.... offend. *laughing*

Anyhoo... my niece who takes care of my babies when we work and kinda lives at my house is this very very cool soul. I mean.... just one of those amazing spirits. And, I really dig hangin with her. She has some mighty cool chick friends that I've become attached to too!

Sooooo... we're gonna go have a girl's night. We'll get all slutted up, go for dinner somewhere, drink Cosmopolitans or some other such pompus fancy drink and then go dancing and shake what our Mamas gave us!

We may not be able to swing it for this weekend, but look out world, the Pussy Party is coming your way! (Pussy Posse - I love that!)

Woooooooooooooo Hoooooooooooooooooo!

Monday, May 29, 2006

Fairy Cards

So in keeping with the mystic guru theme, I've been playing with the Fairy Cards this last couple of weeks.

You can find em at your local metaphysical book/gift/funky shit store.

Little different than tarrot cards, but similar in that they can assist with self awareness and with focus.

You handle them, let your energy touch them, then you ask a question... out loud or to yourself.... might be...."what do I need to know right now?" or something specific like "should I take this new job?" Then you pull cards. They all have meanings (written in the little book that comes with them) and you read the message of the card after you pull it, then apply it to your situation. It's fun. And... it's enlightening, really, it is! I keep pulling the same cards - accident? I don't think so.

And yes, Edge, I have some crystals too! *laughing*

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Papa, Can You Hear Me?

I want my Dad. I want to look into his eyes, see his love for me, feel how he believes in me... I want to walk away knowing I can take on the world. I miss his calm. I miss the way he could put everything in perspective when nothing made sense. I miss the way his encouragement wrapped me like a blanket and he could reassure me that things would in fact work out. Faith - not bless me father for I have sinned faith - but... life faith.

And yes, I believe he can.

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Thursday, May 18, 2006

S

I seem to have misplaced my cape.

Anyone seen it?

I sure notice not having it, damn.

Monday, May 15, 2006

So I'm not living at home the next week or two. I'm in a little motel close to home, so I can see the kids. I'm.... lost and broken and aching with the knowledge that whatever direction I go now, a part of me will die.

I am in a place I never thought I'd be. I'm stunned by it really, and I feel paralyzed. So, the space is for a deep breath, to let what I've been avoiding catch up with me, to face it - whatever it is and whatever facing it might mean.

It's an 'out of life' experience and it's the most foreign thing I've known.

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Thursday, April 13, 2006

I really need to be fucked.

I am clearly oozing this need.

Proven by the male reaction to me currently.

Nothing but trouble...


Ripe.

Weak.

Hungry.

Danger!

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Attraction...

So C posted about to overlook annoying for the sake of sexual chemistry or not... and it got me to thinking.

I've changed.

Attraction is absolutely a package event for me... physical, mental... and spiritual too. But... my desire to have a man who can actually HANDLE me, who has the capacity to be in control, to reel me in, to inspire me.... that desire has grown so much over the last few years, that I think the requirements for attraction have also changed.

I think I could overlook annoying,among other things, if I thought a man could... "take me there". I'm not sure I like this about myself - but, ya know truth is truth.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

I Am Demon Woman

So we had company on Monday night. This couple is like us in that they've been together since high school. They are unlike us in many ways too - he has explored outside the marriage but she knows nothing about it - we have a more open exploration policy.... she is conservative - I'm, well... not.

She (L) and I got into a conversation about the societal expectations on women to look a certain way in order to be acceptable to men, attractive to men. L's examples of this were things like wearing high heels, make up, dressing sexy, long hair, sexy clothing, attempting to keep a taut body, fighting the natural aging process.

Now let's remove the fact that I LIKE many of those things for a moment and address it philosophically.

L believes this pressure to be a certain way is initiated and sustained by men. My point to her was that I believe women are at least AS responsible if not more so than men for perpetuating an image of what a woman should be that may or may not fit what most of us are. It isn't men buying Cosmo, Elle, In Style and the like... it's women! The fashion industry is also driven in large part by women. Even the media machine of celebrity worship and advertising is certainly not sustained by men alone.

In addition, men respond to many different types of women, not that presented ideal alone. I am not a perfect 10 by any stretch. I have had 3 children, carry probably 15 extra pounds, and I was no super model when I was 18, let alone now. Still, men respond to me all the time, ask me out, show interest - so clearly THEY aren't stuck on this societal picture of perfection gracing the fashion covers each month as being the only form of female worth attention.

Women and our competitive nature are partly what fuel the image machine. L wanted to blame men. I simply don't see it that way.

We never addressed the porn industry - clearly a little more male driven... but I think she may well have required CPR for that conversation.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

I want to sleep, I'm so weary I wonder some days...

I want a weekend, alone

I want time and space... to breathe

And sun would be nice

After sleepin' I want to run, want to feel my body sweat and tingle

I want the release of all the stuff, ya know?

So there's room to FEEL and hear that wisdom voice inside

Cuz it's being drowned out now, I can't hear it clearly

And I can't see the path either, the fog is deceiving

Ya...

sleep

time

exhale

Monday, February 27, 2006

She brightened the day of most she encountered with the warmth of sunshine and comfort of a cool breeze. There was a lightness to her, that fun-loving, nurturing, wild spirit that oozed encouragement and optimism to those close to her mostly always.

As long as she could remember, people had easily and quickly bared their souls to her, since she was young. The secrets she kept tight in the vault of her soul were treasures she took out now and then to remind herself of the trust placed in her, and the worth she felt because of that trust.

She was... strong, assured. She'd hold you up when you were weak, push you along when forward motion didn't seem possible, she wrap her love around you like a blanket and you'd feel like the world couldn't touch you in that moment.

She was grounded and balanced and whole. Her philosophies were not main stream, her spiritual bent to the metaphysical - no, she certainly wasn't.... normal, but her beliefs served her, held her solid when storms threatened, gave her hope when the darkness descended.

Do you know this girl?

Have you met her?

Where did she go?

If you see her, tell her.... I miss her terribly.

Friday, February 03, 2006

The Invitation... Again

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
From Oriah Mountain Dreamer's "The Invitation"
Sometimes sacrifice comes easy, is natural, flows. Sometimes it's harder. And sometimes, it isn't the right thing to do. But when and what to sacrifice is so very difficult to determine huh?

Monday, January 30, 2006

Peanut butter and dill pickle sandwiches - something I grew up on and thought the entire world knew about.... but, I mentioned it here at work, and you'd have thought I had horns escaping my scalp.

Tell me some of you have had this???

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Privacy? Secrets? Disclosure? Transparency?

Those of you who know me, know my husband and I are struggling some at the moment. We are in the process of examining where we are, how we got here, if we want to stay married, if we CAN stay married (do we still want the same type of relationship), and all the ramifications of the myriad of directions we can go in from here.

So D and I got into a discussion about primary relationships and the need/right/reasonable expectation of privacy. What privacy, if any, is reasonable to expect when you are life partners? What thoughts are or should be required to be disclosed? Where do we cross the line from private to secret? When, if at all, is a secret ok? He asked specific questions... most of which just raised more questions... things like:

If you have an email account I don't know about it , is that a secret?

If you have a blog I don't know about, thoughts you keep from me but post for 'the world' to see, is that a betrayal?

If you have a friend who you spend time with that I am not a part of, is it reasonable to expect you will tell me about the conversations you have?

What about a bank account I don't know about?

What about your cell phone, text messages, the like... should I have open access to all that?

Sexual fantasies shared with someone, but not your primary partner - is that a secret or is it a private thought/conversation. Is the expectation of such privacy, reasonable and/or healthy?

So what do y'all think bout it?



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Monday, January 16, 2006

Mama, Can You Hear Me?

I can't believe it's been 8 years. I knew what today was the moment my eyes fluttered open, it never escapes me. But when I looked at the calendar - 2006 - GOD! 2006!!! Eight years!

January 16, 1998. at 6:02 pm, my Mother's Spirit left her body here on Earth for what I hope is a better place - an existence without pain, fear, loneliness, loss.

The older I get, the more I appreciate my Mother - who was very different than I am. I long for her advice, her laugh, her warmth. My children's lives would be richer too if she were still here, no question about it.

I miss you Mama.

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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Lunge Sadism

Let me just say.... the inventor of the LUNGE is one evil fucker. I feel parts of my ass I didn't know were there! WHO KNEW???? As to if the pain will be worth the gain... I'll keep ya posted!

Shake Your Booty


Sing it with me now.... SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE.... SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE.... SHAKE YOUR BOOOOOOOTY!

You know how when you bathe a dog, afterwards he shakes himself stupid and shit flies everywhere? That's me this week - I'm shaking it all off - at least whatever isn't working for me! So stand clear, watch for flying debris - this is my disclaimer, I'll not be responsible for injuries to those standing too close whilst I vibrate myself positive!

SHAKE

There goes the doubt - in myself, my friends, my loves

SHAKE

There goes disregard for my body - more sleep, less alcohol (not toooo much less though *wink*), making time to work my body - strong - agile (hot will be a nice side effect), nourishing eats


SHAKE

There goes not taking time to feed my Spirit - enrichment through meditating, reading what moves me, walks on the beach, singing too loud, dancing like a wild woman - it's all mine

SHAKE

There goes living by default - not cognitively deciding, standing still - is still a choice - I will move forward, I choose! ME!


SHAKE

There goes not being true to myself to make others more comfortable, holding back, censoring - I'm me. I'm a little wild, yes.... I'm not politically correct.... I don't generally do proper..... I'm a free spirit and damnit, I'm letting it loose.... FUCK anyone can't deal, get over it, move on, pout, whatever - it' ain't mine, it's yours to cope with

SHAKE

There goes forgetting how much I can impact those I love in fabulous ways

SHAKE

There goes the negative self talk, the acceptance of others' negative piles of shit - I'm erecting a force field, negative energy will bounce off it, can't get in - HA! So there!!!

Yup, I'm feeling the power! Pieces of me, returning to place... not all at once, but damn... sure feels good to know they're all still there!





Wednesday, January 04, 2006

My life in the last few months has been a train wreck... the engine that is my Spirit can't move me forward... the cars all derailed and bunched up and in the wrong order, strewn over fields and in the streets. The mother car, wife car, friend car, self car, professional car, child car, free spirit car, responsible car, lover car, slut car, sister car, daughter car.... and all their cargo of love, respect, consideration, fear, peace, excitement, adventure, lust, courage, honesty, vulnerability, generosity, affection, sadness, fulfillment, disappointment, playfulness, laughter, risk, intimacy, confusion, bliss, hope, euphoria, pain, clarity, wildness, betrayal, contentment, connection, delight, commitment, ecstasy, optimism, anxiety, integrity - all the things that make us feel alive - they're all toppled... spilled... mixed together. I need a HASMAT team to clean up the toxic mess, separate all the elements of humanness and put them back in the right places, get my train back on the track.

Friday, December 30, 2005

I Know Nothing

I have decided the older I get, the less I know. I remember how clear the world was at 18. Damn! I knew everything then!!! All the complicated issues in the world were black and white, defined, positioned in neat and tidy little slots. It isn't only the grey in my hair that is increasing as I age!

I still have beliefs... I still hold them close... though it doesn't always come easy... but I don't KNOW anything.

I believe...
  • that we create our world based on what we think
  • that what we spend time thinking, is what we draw to our lives
  • that being aware of our thoughts isn't always easy
  • that things happen for a reason, even when we don't know what it is
  • that we can 'choose' to be content by how we choose to think, that we paint our perceptions
  • that what we 'feel' is filtered through our thought process and then either accepted and cherished, or rejected and released
  • that when we hold on to negative, it somehow serves us to do so and learning what we 'get' from keeping negative in our lives is imperative in learning to release it and create what we truly desire
  • that it isn't always easy to know what our true motivations are
  • that even when we know, it isn't always easy to admit
  • that if we spent more time nourishing our spirits and less time trying to fill ourselves up from the outside, we'd be much more content
  • that we are enriched in different ways by different people, each touching us in a unique way, each providing some combination of the human element necessary to feel alive
  • that you can be intimately connected to more than one person, unable to imagine your life without each of them
  • that emotional trauma is a catalyst for evolution
  • that a relationship (be it spousal, friendship, family, lover, friend or any combination of the lot) can fade even if neither party has done anything wrong, that you can love that person insanely and still not be able to make it work
  • that you can hold a person in your heart forever, that some touches leave imprints that are permanent
  • that sometimes fear of the unknown makes people stay in a safer place, even if it isn't fulfilling
  • that I have to have passion in my life to feel whole - passion for life, for adventure, for love, for laughing, for lust

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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

How do you measure?
How do you measure the way a person loves you?
How do you measure if that love is enough?
How do you assess the things you feel are missing?
How do you measure if what is missing is too much?
How do you measure they way you hurt someone, when what you feel is love, but what you ARE hurts?
How do you navigate new territory, when you have a lifetime of history together?
How do you divide time, energy, investment amongst those you love - cuz we love many in many ways don't we?
How do you give freely when you feel you're not enough, or at least not enough of what that person wants and needs?
How do you measure the I in comparison to the we?
How do you choose yourself without feeling selfish?
How do you balance?

These aren't questions I used to ask so much.

I don't know if I've changed, he's changed, we've changed or all of the above.

I am beginning to know we are in very new territory, the landscape has changed, we aren't used to this terrain, it requires different relationship apparel, different tools, different approach.

Where's that relationship store when you need it huh? Just run out, buy the right tools for the job, the right gear to navigate the new place, the season.

I know it's about growth, evolution.... him, me, us. Well... we are evolving... we just don't know to what exactly.

He's a good man.




Sunday, December 25, 2005

Blessed

I have a mixed bag today, but the thing taking up the most space is gratefulness.

I've been blessed with 3 healthy children - feisty, patience trying, full of life and laughter babies, yes, they'll always be my babies. Watching their delight and excitement this morning fills me up, love that manifests physically in tingles and warmth that starts at the center of your body and radiates outward, ya know? They're all 3 very different, unique little entities you get to watch unfold into 'people'.

My eldest is 12, he's full of opinions and clearly thinks we know nothing - is quite astonished at times we've managed to live this long (how long does that phase last?)... but he's the nice police, the one who steps into the middle of a fight to help a friend who is being picked on by the school bully, he's sensitive... he spent the better part of money he had for a school auction on a Christmas gift for me... two blown glass tree ornaments (I'm a xmas nut). They're beautiful, I cried.

My middle son I've written of here before. Last Christmas he was so sick... he'd stopped eating, I was scared. He's not sick now, stuffing chocolate in his gob as I type actually. He's a character for sure this one. Gregarious and insistent, playful and intuitive... he's been called an Indigo Child... I still have to do more research on this, but there's no question there is something magic about him.

The baby, now 3.... is.... well.... intense. *laughing* He's the child of extremes.... the sweetest warmest child, nuzzled into you and showering you with kisses with the cutest little cherub face... also the first to take out his brother cuz he has the toy he wants or pitch a full-blown fit at the word 'no' - there's nothing tentative about him, the love he exudes and the will he demonstrates! *laughing*

I have a husband who loves me, has for 20+ years... the kind of love women dream of, he adores me. We're struggling right now, many of you know that, but I think the world of him. He's a good man, he's my friend and lover, he's a wonderful Father, he's kind, his heart is good, I'm blessed.

Family... I had parents who gave me so much. The way they made me feel safe, loved, secure... how they passed on their strength and gave me belief in myself are gifts I am acutely aware of. I so miss them. My parents-in-law accepted me and loved me like their daughter... miss Mom terribly... Dad is trying hard to go on... I ache when I think of my children not knowing such amazing souls... but traditions are passed down and their energy is ever present. Siblings and inlaws and the products of their love *giggling* fill up my world too, I'm a lucky girl, for sure.

Friends...I have a handful of people in addition to those above who have taken up residence in my heart, people who have touched me, people I'd go to the mat for, people who stand in the center of the fire and don't shrink back.

I love you so... and I'm loved.

Yup, blessed.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Men In Their Natural Habitat

I overheard this conversation today... guys discussing a chick... we'll call her "Jane". The guys didn't know I was there - was really funny when they finally saw me, but anyway... wonder what the girlies would think about being the topic of such a conversation...would ya like it, not?

  • 4 men, two in their 20's, one in his 30's and one just over 40
  • 3 single, 1 married with a child
  • a male environment, heightened testosterone

I couldn't always tell which of the men was speaking, but the conversation went something like this:


"did you see Jane today?"

"fuck yes! never get tired of seeing those"

"damn!"

"you think she's the real deal, think she closes the sale or it's false advertising?"

"hmmm... hard to say for sure"

"fuck off... you think she's just a CT? come on! she's clearly sexual, oozes it - not that you could handle her anyway"

**** laughing and poking fun like guys do****

"ya, I think she's a dirty girl, I'd fuckin ruin her given the chance"

"she talks like a guy, doesn't seem to scare easy"

"ya, she's really funny, just relax"

"nah, you won't offend her, don't worry - hell she'll probably make YOU blush"

**** jeering laughter and I"m sure I heard a slap on the back****

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Oh... And...

While I'm in bitching and complaining mode, can I just say I'm so fucking tired of this industrial waste snot! I've been sick for about 2 weeks, my poor nose fits the Rudolph season oh so well at the moment, and if I never sneeze again it will be too soon.

OK, I'm done whining.

Breathing Space

Ya know when your head is full and your heart is heavy and it never feels like you actually exhale completely? That's where I am.

I want a little space... just me, where I don't have to be anything for anyone - just a for a little while, just so I can finally breathe fully in, and fully out.

I miss time alone. What little time I did have was during my commute - but that lasted only a couple of months before my niece wanted to ride with me. Come the new year, I will be once again driving alone - and I can't wait to have a little time alone with my thoughts, fears, desires.

Monday, December 05, 2005

I've Lost Focus

I think in life we learn along the way the things that... work for us in keeping us grounded, focussed, whole. Sure life always throws some shit our way and we get a little off kilter, that's part of living fully awake. But if we've got that grounding, we're like those big inflated clown things with the weight in the bottom, we blow around in the wind, even fall over, but we pop back up, ya know.

This last year, I stopped doing those things I know provide me with grounding. My life got busy, more demands, transitions, unknowns... and I just... slowly stopped feeding my Spirit. I so SO know better than this. I know what happens, and here I am... not quite whole, feeling a little lost, life out of focus, blurry.

Here's what I miss:

  • getting my 5 workouts in a week - regularly, consistently - this is about showing respect for my body
  • reflecting time... sometimes meditation, sometimes reading something to reinforce my chosen belief system, quiet peaceful time to breathe - alone!
  • more outside time - earth energy is powerful, I need it, I know this, I've neglected it too long
  • writing time - also something that has been... rushed, slipped in... it needs it's own space in the pie chart of my life
  • one-on-one time with my babies... each of them so different, all full of life in the way only children know

I'm doing that counselling thing. I've done a few different types in my lifetime, for specific reasons, always highly successful in moving me forward. For me, it's a way of taking time to look at myself, my life, my direction.

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Saturday, November 26, 2005

Wine Speak

I'm 3/4 of a bottle into it tonight. It's a fabulous red wine that has become synonymous with a soul I've come to love.

Why is it outlook changes after a few?

This instant, I feel... content, hopeful, safe.

My life feels anything but at the moment.

Feeling LOVE though...

*smiling*

Friday, November 25, 2005

Happy Anniversary

I met this wonderful soul, around the US Thanksgiving...

Not sure if he invited me or I invited him - really though... we invited each other.

He touched me then.

He touches me still.

We've become friends.

We can say one word and it can be a whole conversation.

We danced.

Sometimes, we 'talk' every day.

Sometimes we go a week or two or three or more without real contact.

We always come back to each other.

He has quite a following, I completely understand why!

He has a generous spirit and a wise soul.

He is imaginative, creative, adventurous - in life, in sex, in love, in his writing.

Sometimes we talk the deep stuff, the life stuff, the scary stuff.

We share... sometimes we cry.

We tell each other the truth - even if the other doesn't really wanna hear it.

We trust. We know secrets.

We know how to have fun with each other.

Sometimes we laugh. Sometimes we laugh a lot!

We've been as sexual as I have ever been without actually being sexual.

I still owe him a picture, in a red dress. I haven't forgotten.

He knows too much.

He has... enlightened me more than once.

I'm grateful for you everyday my friend, and blessed that the universe crossed our paths!

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Bitch On

I have one. Yup, I have a serious piss on today - like a bear with a sore ass.

I'm blaming IP for the sharp increase in my irritability and general intolerance. (check for horns, I"m quite sure they're there)

I don't want to talk to anyone. That is SO not like me.

I want a blanket, cozy pj's, chai tea and the remote, on the couch. ALONE.

Oh, and chocolate.

I'm cold and hungry and bitchy - nice combo huh?

If I weren't so cold, I'd stop by the Evil Shack on the way home, but eh.

*pout pout stomp*


Monday, November 21, 2005

Hmm... not quite HumBug, but...

I am as Christmas a bunny as you could find. I get all giddy, kinda childlike in some ways I guess. Crazy bout it - the lights and candles and glitters... the scent of cinnamon and cloves and orange.... the crackling fire, the old movies on the tele... the way children's eyes are bigger and wider... the Bailey's in coffee in the mornings... the chestnuts and scallops wrapped in bacon. I'm ALL fucking over it.

This year... I'm not there yet... just not.... feeling it. *shrug* I might get there... I probably will... but not yet, and that is very odd for me. Maybe I need a visit from 3 ghosts?

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Disconnected

I've decided all of this would be easier if we were mad at each other. If there was some brooding anger or hatred... if I could say some hugely condemning thing about his person, if I thought he was an asshole, if I didn't' believe in the goodness of his soul... maybe this wouldn't feel like someone has sliced me open.

What I do feel is... sad. I don't have the answers. I don't know if we have grown in different directions to the degree that we are incongruent. I think we both have some resentments. Perhaps we want different things. I don't know if we can find our way back to each other through the storm swirling around us, or even if we both truly want to.

I do know when I think of him not in my life, I feel this enormous weight in my centre. I do know I feel confused about what I want, about how to make that happen. And the word 'should' seems to be hovering, though I can't see anything clearly in this moment in time. I feel like everything I say, everything I do - regardless of my intention - is hurting him in some way... and that is becoming very difficult to live with.

So I surrender - to what is meant to be. I have faith that we will be ok - be it together or not. I believe we have to experience whatever all this is in order take the next step - whatever that might be - together or apart.

I can, however, have faith and feel scared at the same time can't I?

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Run Away, Run FAR FAR Away

Oh, and I'm craving chocolate and salt.

Anyone who knows me, knows what that means - poof!

IP is here, the horns are a coming!

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!
I have a serious wimp on today.

I want to be cozy in my squishy soft bed, with my down pillow.

I want the dog beside me in bed (yes, the timeshare dog I love so) snuggled in like he does thinkin' he's a lap dog.

I want hot chicken soup.

I want someone to rub my back with jojoba oil containing eucalyptus, rosemary, and lavender to help rejuvenate my body.

I want sole ownership of the remote so I can flick about watching silly soap operas and old movies they only show in daytime.

I want to drift lazily in and out of sleep, masturbate at will when I wake, then drift off again, after being served vanilla tea.

Ya, I'm a wimpy girl today.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Choking on Religion

It's been an exercise in self restraint not spouting off bout the bullshit this last week was, but I don't have to censor here - so you Catholics might want to skip this post, cuz I'm pissed.

This ain't gonna be thought through, and I'm not gonna edit - I'm just gonna spew, babble incoherent or incomplete thoughts - so consider yourselves warned, continue with caution. I'm a blasphemer and a sinner. I drink, smoke a joint here and there, swear like a trucker, fuck and suck like a whore. Bless me Father for I have sinned ... yup, and I will some more.

Ya know... I just wanna shove something up the proverbial ass of Catholicism. Hard, without lube - a grudge fuck... maybe blow a big sticky wad all over the pew, wipe your dick on the priest's robe when you're done , snack on a couple of communion hosts and swig some holy wine on the way out. Yup. I've said enough Hail Marys, amens, and Thanks be to God's for all of us this last week - I'm positively HOLY!!! Fuck... I think I'm a virgin again! (it's ok, it won't last! *laughing*)

For those of you non-Catholic folk, death generally generates two (at least) ceremonies in the church - The Prayers the evening before where you pray for the salvation of the deceased, for God to have mercy and grant her entry to heaven... and the funeral service itself where, in summary, she is committed to God. So I'm wondering... if more people pray for you at the Prayers, are you more likely to get in, or get a better seat, ride first class?

There was so SO little of MOM in the ceremonies, it sickened me. It was the Catholic church puking on me, it was a marketing event - recruitment, it was formal and artificial. What with all the avoiding temptation, giving your life to the service of Jesus, flesh eating and blood drinking.... I felt more like I was in a sci-fi movie than a funeral to say farewell to Mom.

Where was the celebration of how she touched the world around her, of the mark she left on each of us, of how she loved? Where was the laughter remembering how she showed us how to court joy and be silly, to dance and sing and giggle uncontrollably? Where were the touching stories of how she gave of herself, how our lives were more - better - fuller - safer because she loved us?

Organized religion in general and the Catholic church in particular focus on the hell-fire-damnation-fear inflicting-guilt-shame-shoulds.... it drives me NUTS! I found myself sitting there understanding fully the analogy of sheep - don't think for yourself just do what we tell you...follow blindly, don't question, give us your money, vote how we say, perpetuate the same upon your children so our big corporate church will be sustained. Big business this religion thing.

Clearly I just don't get it huh?

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Perspective

Faced with a week of saying goodbye to my Mom (IL), that teensy bit too much of being around extended family, and more organized religion than this girl can stomach in a lifetime - I''m reminded that I have an amazing friend in my husband, something many never experience.

We get each other. Regardless of any place in time, any particular circumstance, even the definition of our relationship... our history proves our ability to find a way. The way might change, the wants or needs or specifics... but our genuine admiration for the other's soul... that endures - even through hurt and disappointment.



Friday, October 07, 2005

Peace?

There is something of a cruel irony in the conclusion of this disease. 6:20am October 6, 2005 she went to have tea with her parents, her brother Peter, her Auntie Nelly - I'm quite sure my Mom and Dad are there with her too - strange things been happening in my house, I'll post a paranormal post at a later date.

Witnessing her discomfort, her pain, the slow methodical stripping of her physical dignity, the weakening... you want nothing more than for her to have peace, to let go, to pass over. When she does there's a momentary sigh, she has peace now.

You hang on to that peace, because you feel anything but peace huh?

The funeral will be next week. I have been through a full Catholic mass 2 other times in 20 years - for my Mother's funeral and my Fathers... this will make 3. I mention I detest the premise of it? I'll even do the prayers ceremony the night before - I remember I was baffled how after all those years, the rosary came back to me word for fucking word (had my Irish Nana on one side of me and my Dad on the other... if I'd have slipped up I mighta got a swat upside the head - damn pressure that! *laughing*)

We did get some giggling out of it all, 'cuz it's not like I'm not used to spending 40 minutes on my knees, I'm just not usually praying at the time *laughing*

I just want to say a massive thank you - the warmth, the compassion, the support you all have shown me is quite overwhelming. Thank you.

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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Hospice

A place to die.

Fuck.

Typing that was a bitch.

She goes to the hospice this week.

We go this weekend to see her.

I can't escape that seeing her, feeling her - means feeling all of it all over again.

They are synonymous, I cannot separate them.

It's why I've been a little... removed.

I remember being scared to feel it then too - like if I let any little piece of it in, it would overwhelm me, I'd drown in it.

I had this great reason not to let it in too - I had to be strong for Mom, strong for Dad, strong for sister and brother who couldn't be the strong one.

And I am.

7 years. 5 years. Each like it was yesterday - like it is today - when I look into her eyes.

It will hit me - always does... where I can't contain it anymore and someone who knows me will see it in my eyes, and ask just right, or simply tell me they see - the release will come.

Never have let another hold me up too well - doesn't mean I don't want it though.

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Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Did Ya Know?

Did ya know that bone cancer weakens the bones so much that they can fracture, crumble even, at the slightest impact?

Did ya know that it's something like dry rot in wood?

Did ya know that the physical response from such a fracture causes excruciating pain - the kind where you can't breathe and almost lose consciousness?

Did ya know that even years after experiencing the wrath of this fucking cunt of a disease, it all comes back like it was yesterday - the ominous questions, the waiting, the wondering, the weight of it, the fear, the helplessness, the ache that you can't take her fear or pain away. Instead, you watch her weaken, watch her fade - physically, emotionally, spiritually.

Things I didn't know. Things I wish I didn't still.

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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Just in case you wondered...


Bees do, indeed, do it! Found these guys getting busy at the park near my house!

Peace Lives Here

East Sooke Park






It absolutely POURED rain - it was a monsoon. We had water running off our bodies like you do when you're in the shower. It was FUCKING AMAZING.

I love the ocean. I love the rain. I love quiet, uninhabited beaches. I love family loving and laughing. Sunday, I had it all.

The tree is Arbutus - really cool trees, I've only ever seen them here on the Island.

I swam out to the rocks in my clothes and sitting on my own little island, in the pelting rain, I found peace, let it wash over me like the waves.

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Edge! EDGE!!!! Did ya see? Did ya SEE???? I posted a picture! That's like... almost technical and shit!!!! *grin*



Thursday, August 25, 2005

I don't get angry often...

FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!

Chemo, 5 rounds of it. The markers looked promising. Her hair loss disturbed her, but she adjusted, she took control and shaved her head, wears funky kerchief things. She actually had some sliver of hope, some tiny light in her eyes, for the first time since you came out of hiding, asshole.

The CT scan proved otherwise. Not only is the tumor NOT shrinking at all, but there is an 'anomaly' in bone density in her spine and pelvis. Ya, cuz you taking over her fucking liver wasn't enough you sick bastard, you need to invade her bones too.

I know the appropriate response - fuck - I'm a goddamned expert at it, I could teach Crisis Management 101, I'm the queen of handling. I said all the right shit, I did. Now? Now I'm just angry. Angry, and scared - scared that her worst fear of a slow, deteriorating, painful death is what awaits her.

This helpless feeling is one I know well, one I hide well too. My Mother, then my Father, now her. I was rock fucking hard for my Mom and Dad, will be for her too - it's my gift/curse/whatever.

Yup, I'm pissed.

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Monday, August 15, 2005

In Love


Yup, I am. Totally. Completely hooked, fallen, done like dinner.

He's dark.

He has smoldering eyes that turn extremely cute sometimes and make me giggle out loud.

He's full of energy and playful as hell.

He's very snuggly and kisses, a lot.

He makes me smile no matter what kind of mood I'm in - the inside out kinda smile.

His name is Diesel.

He happens to have four legs.

He's absolutely adorable.

He's a friend's puppy and he's been coming to work with me here and there and stayed at the house with me last night.

He's reminded me how much I miss having a dog - it's time!

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Sometimes...

...she is soft
...she feels wounded
...she isn't fearless afterall
...she doesn't want to be strong
...she can't hide everything
...she aches
...she needs to be touched, gently
...she is unsure
...she wants to be held, enveloped
...she trembles with vulnerability
...she has trouble breathing
...she bleeds
...she says it out loud
...she screams with her mouth closed
...she gets tired
...she lets her tears escape



Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Curse String

Sooo.... my family has a curse string. It's a string of curse words said in the same order each time, and as long as I can remember, my family has used it. Being French on one side and Irish on the other (no wonder I'm such a bitch) I'm uncertain which side of my passionate heritage passed down this delightful tradition!

Shit Bugger Damn Poop!

When I met my husband, imagine my surprise, when I found his family had a curse string too, Good Brits that they are!

Shit Piss Fuck Damn Knickers!

Soo... I'm wondering.... has anyone else heard of such things or have their own family legacy of smut words used for you know, receiving a speeding ticket, toe stubbing, dish dropping or general annoyance?

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Fading

I have a serious mid-afternoon droop on! Coffee's dripping, but I'm thinkin' no amount of caffeine is gonna get my groove on now, but I gotsta try.

I just wanna curl up in my bed and become unconscious for a few hours. I want to feel the breeze on my skin as I lay naked on the cool cotton sheets drifting off to dreamland.

*sigh*

It's 1:16pm - that's a LONG way away from paragraph two up there!

*pout*

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Spiritual Prosperity

Ever find yourself surprised at how deeply someone can touch you, affect you? I'm there right now. I opened that door - way back down there in the posts, remember? That scent of could be... I had no way of knowing for sure... just that instinct... but here I am... and I'm overcome.

I'm so SO thrilled I heeded that inner wisdom, that I opened that door.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Gratitude

How did I get so lucky?

Why is it I have such amazing souls in my life?

How is it my Spirit is internally content, grounded, alive?

It's not that everything in life is perfect for me, but I have... this faith, a surrender maybe.

I am just so SO filled with gratitude I feel like I might explode!

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

I like to go FAST

I got stopped for speeding, again. I think this particular officer has actually stopped me before earlier this year.

I have been stopped no less than 8 times for speeding in the last 10 months... I have received one ticket but with only half the regular fine ( he told me he HAD to give me a ticket because I had a warning logged in the previous 30 days) *laughing*

Now, I think I know why they don't give me tickets... I just don't get it. They're BOOBS! They're EVERYWHERE for Godsakes! Now, understand, I'm not bitching... I like not having to pay out for my lead foot... but it does perplex me.

I don't really TRY to get out of the ticket... I don't cry or plead or tell a story. I smile, I might flirt a little. My guy friends say it's a combo of eyes, smile and boobs (not necessarily in that order) and that I don't try to get out of it or challenge their authority.

My husband laughs, but it pisses him off too - the inequity of it- he's gotten a ticket and fine each time he's been stopped in his lifetime. I figure... I'll take a break when I can get it! *laughing*

A la Bono...

The first bit of this song... says it all...

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough
You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight
Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

-from the song Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own, U2

Monday, August 01, 2005

Comfort and Loving LIfe

There are things we turn to for comfort... sometimes because we're weary, but sometimes, just to indulge and enjoy or celebrate life huh? Just a few things...

  • cool sheets in summer
  • actually, my bed in general (it's cozy)
  • my Dad's arms snuggin' me
  • icecream (from the Evil Shack, of course - currently mango)
  • the rocking chair with an infant, the scent of a baby
  • herbal tea - lemon, black current, peach
  • popcorn and the right movie
  • soulful music
  • the ocean - sound smell sight feel
  • wind blowing through leaves
  • the rain - I love LOVE LOVE the rain
  • my children's smiles and belly laughs - eyes all lit up full of life
  • my husband's pit (you know, all snuggled in on his chest... we call that pit)
  • hugs
  • someone who knows me... really knows... and loves me anyway - the few I can be weak with
  • writing
  • a bath with vanilla, and a glass of red wine
  • candles
  • singing
  • sunflowers
  • a back rub, jojoba oil and vanilla (given or received)
  • getting stoned with a friend
  • your eyes - yes, you know who you are
  • skinny dipping
  • having my toenails painted
  • puppies
  • blowing bubbles
  • looking at photos

Soothing, playful, exciting, tantalizing, appreciating, engaging... living.

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Sunday, July 31, 2005

Fire and Darkness

" We are afraid of pain - emotional and physical - and we want to believe that there is a way around experiencing our own sorrow, that we can avoid the pain and lose nothing of the fullness and joy of living. It's simply not true."

quote from The Invitation
Oriah Mountain Dreamer

There's nothing I can do. You have to go through this, there is no question. There will be pain like you've never known - the kind that rips through flesh, the kind that physically assaults you, leaves you exhausted, curled in ball on the floor. The ache I feel typing those words, having lived sorrow like that, knowing you absolutely will experience this... that ache is so intense.

Instinctually I want to rescue you, you know that. We never want the people we care about to hurt, do we? I want to make you feel better, want to kiss the hurt away, save you from it, have it poof, be gone. But, my own darkness taught me you can neither run nor hide, it finds you, it envelops you, you have to let it, have to feel it, have to find your way through it. It has wisdom hidden there you only find when you stand and look directly at it - storms leave treasures deposited on the sand of a beach found once the waters calm. And you will stand, eyes open, and face it. You will.

And while you do, I'll be here. It's going to get hot, raging, overwhelming. I will stand in the center of the fire with you and not shrink back. You will not be alone.

I will replenish you when it's beaten you down, when you feel like you can't possibly get up another day to face the world, I will help remind you that everything happens for a reason, that this is an opportunity for you. I will hold you when your body collapses from the weight of it, not fixing you, just skin touching skin as you decide to live fully awake, let it wash over you, through you, not moving to "hide it or fade it or fix it". See these shoulders... linebacker shoulders baby!

I can't stop it, but I can be with you while you face it. You have some work to do, but I feel your strength even if you don't in this moment. I believe in your Spirit - genuine, kind, passionate, generous, honorable... you are all of these. You can "get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children" - and you do.

And now, as you enter this darkness, the core of who you are will carry you through it... the friends you've cultivated will walk beside you, and you'll come out the other side and see the clearing of clouds, the infinite possibilities, maybe even a rainbow, certainly beach treasures. You will. I know you will.

I want you to know I wouldn't change my times of darkness. There were so many gifts - revelations, profound epiphanies, quiet wisdoms - scattered along the way. I want you to know even though there were times I thought it would break me, times I didn't think I could get up again... that it has ALL shaped who I am, where I am now. I have a contented soul, and that, that is something I wouldn't give up to avoid any pain.
Ready baby? Time to take it on.... You can do this, you will not be alone.

HOLY BEAN FLICKIN' and KNOB BOBBIN' BATMAN!!!

Damn you are a HORNY bunch!!!!

OK.... soooo... between email and comment, 28 people responded to the questions asked (including me) I'm no scientist, so forgive me but the data won't be, uh, precise and published in say, The American Medical Journal and there is not control group! *laughing*

Some folk didn't exactly answer every question either, but here's what I got:


  • 16 men responded
  • 12 women
  • more men than women masturbate
  • men masturbate more than women by about 2 to 1
  • average self-pleasuring is 3 times a week (average both sexes together)
  • men average 4-5, women 2-3
  • sex desired with another weekly averaged 4-5 between the sexes
  • men more likely to be daily, women 3-5 times per week
  • all but 3 of us get ourselves off less if we're getting it regularly with another
  • most of you are pretty open about getting yourselves off
  • 3 of you said your partner didn't know and wouldn't like you jerking off (yes all were men)
  • all of the men said they hoped their partner flicked the bean
  • all the men and most of the women said they'd like to watch a partner do him/herself
  • 9 of 12 women said his jerking off is just fine, some had stipulations (see next line)
  • 3 women who were ok with his wanking said if there wasn't regular sex between them, that could be an issue
  • 3 women were not ok with his jerking off, thought it 'unnecessary' if he was in a relationship (these were email responses, btw)
  • all the men who responded think watching a woman get herself off would be fabulous
  • most women (that are ok with masturbation) think watching would be wonderful

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Blessed

Just when I think after all these years we couldn't get closer, couldn't possibly be filled with MORE love.... it happens and my cup runneth over with him. My husband is amazing. How he loves me is extraordinary - he can have me be his and let me be free at once, he has a strength that overwhelms me.

He gives me belonging, holds me tight when I feel the world closing in, makes me laugh, ravishes me, trusts me - not just what I say or do, but what I am, who I am - he believes in me and that is SO huge.

Love is not only a feeling, feelings are fleeting and come in waves. Love is an action... how we treat each other day-to day, how we handle conflict or being hurt or doing the hurting, how we face disappointment and fear, how we show respect and make a person feel valued - that's how we love.

I love how he loves me.

Baby... I don't tell you enough - but I hit the mother load when you entered my life. *ooooosh*

Missin' My Papa

I'm a nurturer. I'm the strong one. I'm the one taking care of others - without them having to ask, I'm just... there. I just... know things. I'm good at it. Ya know how people withdraw when they're hurting... how alone we can feel.... scared and confused and lost. I do the support a person in that place so they know they aren't alone thing. Even if I can't actually help the issue at hand, that knowing someone cares and you're not alone, that's a big thing. I like being able provide that. It's that "sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it" thing.

My Dad was the same. I get it from him. I got it from him, he gave it to me. I mean both that I attribute my being this way to him, and that he provided me with that same support. He was always there. He always knew. And he always believed in me, period, even when I wasn't sure I believed in myself. You came away from a conversation with him just... feeling better... not feeling alone anymore.... feeling hopeful and loved. God I miss ya Papa.

Was just thinking about Dad today... just missin' him is all.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

THE WEEK

Husband named it THE WEEK a long time ago. *laughing* The Week (really more like 2) directly following punctuation, I am insatiable. It's consistent and predictable and occasionally illegal.

Everything sensual, erotic, sexual is heightened. I am consumed with touch and indulging and exploring. I can't get enough. I'm hungry, wild, want the rush the shaking, lust envelopes me.

During The Week, it overtakes me. I cum more than my usual quota. Even my skin is more sensitive. Husband says during this time I ooze sex.... my eyes come alive he says... pheromones I guess? Men react more to me during this time.... from general noticing to random flowers arriving at work to out and out propositions.... perplexing. It fascinates me. I can't explain it, but I damn sure enjoy it!

It's the time I crave the insane side - the danger - the risk - the total abandonment of good judgement and morality. It's about depraved... lascivious... rapture.... wanton... torrid... freaky... nasty.... shameless.... whorish... it's when the twins come out in public... or when I'd masturbate in the confessional booth ... or let a trucker watch me cum, skirt hiked up while my husband drives ... or try to quietly (I don't do quiet well) cum at my desk at work. It's the time when sexual intoxication is powerful... when nothing is sacred (see confessional above) when I'm driving the bus to hell and taking as many with me as I can. *grin*

It's The Week! Bless me Father for I have sinned....

IP

I suffered until say... Sunday from IPS. Damn thing! I don't always find myself afflicted... all things considered, I'm pretty tame from what I understand from my male friends enduring their female counterparts punctuation cycle.

Yes, punctuation... the once a month kind of punctuation... yup.... I'm talking period. And in our house, when I'm more emotional and less logical than most of the time - it's guaranteed to be the occasional bout of IP. Impending Punctuation.

Husband and I were bouncing around names.... IPS (Impending Punctuation Syndrome) IPP (Impending Punctuation Psychosis) IPPD (Impending Punctuation Psychotic Disorder) *laughing*

Anyway.... it's safe to come out now, my horns are gone! *laughing*

But then.... then.... we move on to 'THE WEEK" which is equally intense, but much much more fun!

Exposed = Alive

I've never been this exposed. I admit things to myself I didn't use to. Spent a long time maintaining control - if I didn't let the things that could hurt me be known, you couldn't hurt me - that was the plan. Works great for not getting hurt... but leaves an emptiness, cuz damn, you miss out. I'd rather feel alive. I'd rather risk, and hurt, and ache than miss something amazing, miss being touched by someone who will leave a mark, forever.
I haven't forgotten or had my typing fingers wounded... *laughing*

I'm stunned at the response to the bean flickin' event... and I will compile the results - as soon as I'm home for longer than 30 seconds! Promise~

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Flicking The Bean

Uh huh, I'm a bean flicker. I admit it. On informal survey through conversations, it seems I have something of an unusual appetite for sex - with others and that fabulous alone time - I have quota! *laughing* Generally, I get off at least twice a day on my own - fun with others is bonus! *grin*

So I'm curious....

How often do you all get yourselves off, say in a week or a day?

In your ideal world, how much sex with another is just right say, in week?

Do you masturbate the same amount regardless of sex with another, or is it more likely that you will get yourself off less if you have regular, uh, assistance?

Are you open with your partner about masturbation, or is it something either secret or not discussed?

Are you comfortable with your partner flicking the bean or jerking off - does it make you feel less than? does it excite you maybe?

I realize not everyone will be comfortable answering these in comment, so responses - should you choose to partake - can be sent to sassy_cinnamon_girl@yahoo.com and I promise complete confidentiality.

I'll post the results once I have enough response.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Overflowing...

It's not that I got nothin' ... it's the opposite! I go SO much, I can't compile it coherently at the moment! *laughing* I start to write, and all the different elements of my very full life collide in no particular order!

Intense, powerful, unnerving, uncertain, fabulous, vulnerable, unknown, exciting, terrifying, nourishing, loving, evolving.... that's life right now! Amazing!!!

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Guilt

I want to preface this post with something of a disclaimer - I want it clear that I am not judging those that don't 'process' things in the same way as I do. I don't have condemnation or contempt or anything similar in my heart, I simply wanted to write about something I see SO much of - in blog posts and in the world, and would be interested to know how others do or don't do guilt, that's all.

I read a post this morning that got me percolating about guilt. I see it weighing people down, I see it creating self-loathing, I see it wounding, I see it fermenting then transforming into fear, which is debilitating. It makes me sad the degree to which people seem to carry guilt with them, the way it seems to permeate the good things with its stench.

I don't DO guilt. Really. I don't. I don't see the point. That isn't to say I don't feel badly about things sometimes, if I've hurt someone. I have looked back on times in my life and seen a better way (now I'm old and wise! *laughing*) but that doesn't equate to guilt or shame or even regret.
I see guilt as negative. It's only possible purpose would be to redirect us, but more often, it becomes a fixture. It's a victim thing. I see people carry around this suitcase of it, sometimes taking it out to feed it, nurture it, grow it... then back in the case, the weight of it greater than before, the poison more powerful. Rather than stimulating different behavior, it's something we punish ourselves with, a reminder of our belief we are 'less than' - proof we are not worthy. It serves some of us well in the short term, but the price paid is massive. It's a great excuse. We can pummel ourselves enough with it that we don't require ourselves to be accountable and responsible for the choices that got us here, and the choices we can make to take us elsewhere, or not.

Temporary guilt is one thing - you look at something decide it wasn't the best choice - you correct it if possible, or choose differently next time and move on. Permanent guilt, is a cop out, it has nothing to offer and is steeped in passivity.

There is something the core of me, a product of evolution I'm sure, that makes me incapable of stagnation, of sitting in misery for any length of time. I'm grateful for it, and proud of the work I did to get here, and humbled when I'm knocked down and have to face it all, test the philosophy... when the world says "OK girl, let's see whatcha got."

My Dad used to say "honesty, integrity - that's what you do when no one is looking and you can't get caught." I think that stuck, early, so I live like that. Great peace in that, huge. Thank you Dad!

Monday, July 04, 2005

Touch

Touch. Isn't it what we all crave? Touching another, being touched, connection - it's fundamental to our humanness.

I am blessed. I have been touched by amazing people, had the honor of touching them - people who are incredible souls. My cup runneth over. And new relationships, the possibility of that intense connection, how exciting is that?

I love being let in. I love the way I feel when he lets me see him, really see him - when the walls begin to crumble, when his face softens, when there's almost a pleading in his eyes that says "I' trust you with my soul, I'm letting you in, you get a place in my heart now." You can actually see the risk - taste it, feel it surround us - when he allows me to see his vulnerability, his confusion, his imperfection, his pain - when he feels safe. I like making him feel safe, I like feeling safe with him. Once that happens, nothing is ever the same, we're changed... it's deeper - bigger risk, bigger payoff.

The connection that grows from exposure is something that fires me up inside, it's like nourishment to my Spirit. We all crave connection with others, but we stand in our own way so often, not willing to risk.

I'm full today, filled with love - for myself, for my friends, for my life, for my amazing husband and my exceptional children - all who renew me when the world sometimes wears me down, who remind me of what it is to truly be alive . Today, I feel love, I'm sending love, giving love, wishing love for all.

*contented sigh*

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Miss You

I've been thinking about the concept, sensation, phenomenon of missing someone. What, exactly, is missing someone?

For me, there is an overwhelming emptiness, a longing for what is missing. In its truest form, it's a void that nothing - no one - else will fill. And that spot, that place in your heart that is that person's, well, it isn't filled by anyone else, just stays owned by that person, forever. Altered, irrevocably, forever, by the touch of one soul.

The physical response to these emotions can be so intense - that ache for another. I guess that's the mark of true connection huh... that when it's missing, the longing overtakes you, you hurt, it permeates your thoughts.

Powerful stuff.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Exposed

I'm strong, can you see? I get that word a lot. And it's true. I'm the example of coping baby, I do it fabulous. Compounded crisis, I'm your girl, watch me bitch slap it into next Tuesday. The raw stuff - the blood and desperation and exposed flesh of life... I'll hold your hand. Throw me some more, I'll fucking juggle, and still stay grounded, together. See how I hold the ones around me up, pillar, fucking rock hard support. Fuck I'm good.

Too good.

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Sunday, June 19, 2005

Teetering, Plunging, Soaring

I - and for anyone who knows me, hang on to your hat - jumped off a bridge yesterday. Well.... jumped isn't entirely accurate... more like.... plummeted then swung.

The friend we have visiting this weekend wanted to bungy jump. He's done it before, this would be his fourth jump. Crazy Bastard! Just watching him took my breath away - freaked me out, completely!

So when he tried to convince me to do a tandem swing (where you're each in a harness, joined together, dropped off the bridge, do the freefall down and then swing to slow) I was like - not fuckin' likely! *laughing*

But... something came over me. I can't see me having done it on my own, and I think doing it was absolutely because it was him - all brother like, I'm safe with him.... but.... I looked up at the drop, I had the chick show me the video of someone else... and then I just said... OK.

FUCKING AMAZING! I wanted to go again right away. TERRIFYING! You scoot out to the edge, feet dangling edge, high HIGH up looking down edge. The part you sit on is supposed to drop out from under you, down and back, so your body is clear of the bridge when you drop.... but it didn't work, and you could hear the two employees behind us, kinda... fretting. Caught on camera for all to see - my terror is quite visible as I realize things are not going as planned! *laughing*

The place is this beautiful canyon. You freefall, the speed you move at is something like 145-150 km/hour then you soar back and forth, swinging over the river - my feet grazed the water as we swung, fucking gorgeous.

My friend says 'an adrenaline junkie is born'... says next time you'll bungy! *laughing* I don't know about either of those, but I am thrilled I did it. They do a tandem bungy, where you're strapped together and jump as one.... I could see.... maybe.... if all the planets and stars align just right doing that with him. But alone, diving off a bridge into the canyon? I just don't know.

I have learned over the last 4 or so years to... never say never! *laughing*

WOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Pay It Forward

I love this concept.

I love the movie.

What a world it would be, if we all did this.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Fathers Day

My Father was a remarkable man, and his imprint is visible in me, in my children, even now. I was daddy's girl - no question - not spoiled (well maybe a little) but so very connected. I have more respect for the man he was, the sacrifices he made for his family, the example he set for me than I can find words for. I think of him... I think of integrity, family, laughter, playing cards, boating, camping, aviation, good food, wine, and well... farts! *laughing* I'm grateful every day that I was blessed getting to your baby - thank you Dad.

And you... there is NO ONE else I would want to have babies. The light and life in your eyes the days they arrived, or when you're rolling on the ground with the boys, or watching them clumsily walk in your big shoes as they play, or checking on them when they sleep - well... it ignites me. I love how you love them - how you show it, how you talk it, how you feel it, how you live it. Love is an action, not just a word or an emotion, and you LOVE them - they are SO lucky to have you and so am I! OOOOSH!

To those of you Dad's in blogland - I hope you have the most WONDERFUL day!

Comment Turned Post

posted this comment on Edge's Honesty post, but then thought I'd slap it here too...

so I'm wondering... infidelity... that classified as something you have to lie about, or the act of sex with another? just askin'... if you TELL about sex with another, is it still 'infidelity' ?

clearly a subjective viewpoint, just curious how y'all see it

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Attention

How much is the right amount in a primary relationship?

Generally speaking, I think I'm relatively low maintenance. Very secure, I'm an independent soul, sometimes to the irritation of my husband actually.

There's a balance, ya know - where you feel attended to, valued, important... where your place is assured and a sense of belonging exists, not smothered, not neglected. I find it interesting how people react differently when the balance is off. I have friends who pout and stomp and demand attention - very "HEY! What about me!!??" I've a tendency to the other end of the spectrum, I back away - more "You know where I am, you'll pay attention or you won't." I'm not sure either of those is the best choice.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

You Are Here

Connect the dots of your life, of the people you touch and who touch you, of the experiences that shape who you are, of the traumas and the elations and you land yourself at the "you are here" star, like you find at the information centre in a mall or on a tourist map. But still the picture isn't complete... isn't I guess, till we pass over. Something delightful in that, not knowing what the whole picture looks like... hopings and wishings and wonderings of what is to come, who is to touch you.

I've been challenged as of late with the concepts of jealousy and possession, of intimate relationships, of belonging. Things of where lines are drawn - or should be - and all the complexities of emotion that can overwhelm in those moments of reaction when you feel your 'territory' infringed upon. Where does an individual end and a couple begin - or for that matter, in ANY relationship, where does accountability to self weigh in against what another wants?

"I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy."
(line from The Invitation, Oriah Mountain Dreamer)

Where is it that my needs and desires end and another's begin? When is it ok to disappoint another, when is it just selfish. That balance, elusive and difficult to maintain once you find it, is a relationship challenge. Obviously, in an open marriage like mine it's present, but I believe it to be present in varying degrees and manifestations in EVERY relationship - with friends, family, lovers, or spouses.

When is a friendship - which has intimate moments of course - a threat to another relationship? If I have a friend with whom I discuss all the intricacies of my life and soul, have a deep meaningful connection with- but with whom I am not sexual, is that any more or less a threat to my 'primary' relationship? My philosophy is, the ideal is for it not to be a threat at all - sexual or otherwise, we are individual entities here to experience the spectrum of life. But, the degree of emotional and spiritual maturity required for it to work that way is immense.

My husband has a play partner, for the first time in years. I have been the center of his world, sexual and otherwise, for a very long time. Fascinating evolution I'm undergoing in experiencing the other side of this coin. I'm excited about this growth of mine, I feel alive, I'm happy for him. Having both of us more.... in tune with the dynamic from both sides is proving enlightening.

So when I think about that "you are here" star, about how it's moved in my lifetime, about the people I've been so fortunate to touch and be touched by, about the realm of experiences I've enjoyed and endured, and about the horizon to come.... I'm grateful, profoundly grateful.

Monday, June 06, 2005

I Met Terror

I have never known terror before, I hope I never know it again.

We lost our 2 year old son yesterday. The back door to our home was left open by our eldest, and our baby wandered out. That moment we realized he wasn't in the house, was like someone ripped my heart out of my chest, through the flesh, muscle tearing, bone breaking. Sheer terror.

He's fine, we're fine now. The disturbing list of possibilities haunts me, but I feel I was given a gift... a reminder of how in seconds life can change forever... a knowing that my parents were watching over him... and an indescribable gratitude filling me.

*deep sigh of relief*

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Wide Open

Not cracked and peeking through, not half way, all the way open... that door.

I love when my instinct is strong, when I feel it so intensely that even without any logic, anything to back it up, I follow that divine sense.

It'd been a while, since we'd seen each other, except in passing. Moments after arriving, he's pouring me a drink. All that tentative energy on the ride over... how would it be, would he touch me, did I want him to touch me, how would he touch me, when, where? Facing away from him, I hear the glug glug glug of the liquid meeting the glass. Staring out the window at the lush yard, I feel the tension growing as his footsteps approach. He wasn't tentative. His arm slides around my waist, pulls me to him, I lean back into his chest, the softest sound escapes - both of us suddenly more at ease.

So sitting, talking, sipping... laughing... it happened... he let me into his life, and I knew nothing would be the same. The pictures did me in - his wife, his kids... and the pain in his eyes that it was ending - as of a few weeks ago when he moved out. Yup, his own open door. Changes things.... the opening - mine and his - kicks it up to a whole new level.

We talked about life, about karma, about choices, about the journey. Deepak Chopra and those 7 laws... things of philosophy and life and fear and sex and love. We laughed too... at our lives, our mistakes, ourselves. We touched. Raw. Human. Connection. We found depth.

Open doors, don't ya just love those?

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Deep inhale of could be...

Yes, it's real, he's real. Yes, he reads this woman well. Yes, my body language gives me away. He does feel me tremble when he talks like that, he likes it. He does see me biting my bottom lip, he doesn't want me composed. Yes, my sense is right. Ya, I'll open the door, see what will be.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Crystal Ball Don't Fail Me Now!

Decisions decisions...

The scent of could be.... when you sense the potential, but really have no substance to quantify the sense. He's like that. I've had glimpses. He does seem to have some insight, seem to know things he shouldn't, things I didn't tell him, what to say, how to push my buttons. Is it who he is naturally? Is this a show for me , or is it real? Does he just read women well? Does my body language give me away? Does he feel me tremble just a little when he talks like that? How could he know those words would force my eyes closed in a long blink, cause a deep inhale, have me biting my bottom lip in the attempt to regain composure? I know my eyes reveal too much, I know. So could he really take me there, is my sense right, or is it wishful thinking? Do I open the door to could be?

Thursday, May 19, 2005

THE Number

The other day I got to talking with a friend about numbers - well, actually THE number - how people think about it, if it matters, why it matters if it does, and how some people have real issue with the number while others don't.

He told me there was a rule of thumb. When discussing how many people someone has been sexual with, you double the number a woman gives and triple the number a man gives. I didn't know this! *laughing* I always just give the real number - be ok with it, don't, whatever, it's your choice... but I do know women and men who skirt the issue.

Personally, the number is not relevant to me in terms of making some moral judgement, not at all. I ask because sexuality fascinates me. The experiences we've had, who we choose to share them with, why we choose them, and how we feel about it afterwards all shape our sexual identity, all provide great insight into the inner workings of a person. I love knowing the details - the facts and the feelings.

I have a guy friend who doesn't want a chick who has had more than 10 men. He's never been able to really justify where the number came from and why it matters. I question if it would REALLY matter, once the involvement was in motion. He, by the way, has had MANY women! *laughing*

So I'm curious what y'all think about the number.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

The Evil Shack

I pass it every day on the way home. Tiny little thing, you could miss it altogether and not even know you escaped its clutches.

I say I pass it.... sometimes I don't just pass by.... sometimes I stop, court evil, indulge, immerse myself in it, let it permeate each pore, revel in bad. Uh huh....

Wonderful thing about it... it works on a good day or a bad one.... you're in a fantastic mood - it's about celebrating... you're down - let it take you over, you'll forget, if only for a few moments.

Evil in a hut. Tasty evil - succulent, rich, creamy, decadent melt in your mouth sin. And the evil Keeper is always friendly too, always welcomes you in. Bitch.

I'm completely addicted, I am. I can admit it now.... I'll attend ICAA, I will. Hear me sayin it?
"Hello, I'm Mystic and I'm addicted to ice cream."

I am an ice cream slut. I have no real loyalty to one flavour. I simply can not do just one (look at that, it applies to more than men! *laughing*) Sure, I have favorites, but to only ever have ONE - I do like the variety. Voted best ice cream on the Island this shack - it really is fuckin' amazing .

My latest vices - cherry (with WHOLE cherries), black licorice, and coconut. Orgasm in a cone. Fuck me!

Thursday, May 05, 2005

I'm just gonna... feel

I got an email about that last post. Did you know it was depressing? At first I got kinda pissed, then I thought... it's interesting how difficult it seems to be for many of us to just... feel. Hell, sometimes it's difficult to even recognize and name what you're feeling beyond, say, "I feel icky" or some other non-specific term.

I spent a long time running from pain. You paint it with a brush that hides the darkness, make it something else in your head, focus on someone or something else so you don't have to feel it.

The Invitation, and the man who showed me The Invitation, changed that. I'm different now. I choose to experience all of life, which includes the darkness.

It is ok to feel sad. It is ok to feel hurt. It is ok to feel pain. The sensations of helplessness, even hopelessness are not permanent - they are waves, they wash over you and recede - if you let them. And then, suddenly, the next crashing wave isn't so dismal, has elements of renewal and promise. Fighting a rip tide is the worst thing you can do.

My friend has a saying: feel what you feel, notice what you notice. When darkness comes - and it will, it does - this is particularly good advice.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Darkness

Ever notice that darkness seems to descend into your life in multiples? One huge life thing, then another then another. I call it compound crisis - where you don't have time to process one trauma before another is presented. So you shelve the processing to deal with the immediate. Think of a bookshelf - you put a few books there, then more, then some more.... eventually, it's so full all the books come tumbling down on your head, you're buried by them and can't find yourself or a way out. I've lived that collapse. I don't want to do it again.

So the challenge is to somehow manage to return to the shelf and read through the jumble of emotions - fear, pain, confusion, anger and more - to find a way to assimilate all of it into some sense of order, or at least into a form of something we can accept, often while feeling very alone and weary.

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Monday, May 02, 2005

FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!

Every time I've seen U2 it's been a spiritual experience - this time included!

Yup, profound and fabulous.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

U2

I have tomorrow off work. And, like last Friday, we'll make a trip to the mainland... but for a very different purpose.

We're going to see U2 live!

My husband and I have seen them 3 times already. We're going with my nieces and nephews and the entourage of their friends. Both husband and I are on the highway to 40. The 'kids' - 11 of em - range in age from 16 to 24. Will be an interesting trip - see if the old farts can keep up! *laughing*

My husband and I are giddy! Seeing U2 AND being without kids for a bit! WOOO HOOOOO!!!

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

the movie lines

1. My Best Friend’s Wedding
2. Notting Hill
3. Notting Hill
4. As Good As It Gets
5. Mystery Alaska
6. Under The Tuscan Sun
7. Unfaithful
8. Banger Sisters
9. Pirates Of The Caribbean
10. Forrest Gump

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Kaleidoscope

This weekend has been an explosion of life elements, of extremes. A life kaleidoscope - shifting from vibrant dazzling colours to ugly patterns back to glittery and around again.

The test results came on Thursday, late afternoon. The details about that thing, from down there, the thing I've met before. Friday morning we began the journey to her with the words terminal and inoperable rumbling around in our heads. Oh ya, and a few 'fuck you's" too.

On the ferry, our kids were a delight - they stood into the wind and watched the gulls try to fly when all they could really do was float on the rushing air. Their faces exuded life - that pure joy, unencumbered by the responsibilities and worries we adults carry. It was intoxicating to watch their glee - eyes alive and vital. My husband and I held hands, watched them, laughed and loved.

In the car we blasted the music - our music - and the kids sang along, we rocked out, all of us. Husband did 'punch buggy, no returns' and we all giggled each time at the silliness of it all.

Driving down her street, a quietness took over. Deep, steadying breaths as we pulled in the driveway, and terminal and inoperable make themselves known again, a big thundering echo.

My eldest got to her first. He's 12. He hugged her tight. I couldn't see their faces, could only see her shoulders heaving, knowing she was wondering how much of his growing up she was going to get to see. Then the middle one - Mr. Light himself - "I love you Grandma" - and her eyes filled with love. That boy can heal, I swear he can!

She's thinner, there's a droop about her posture, and there's fear in her eyes. Of course there is! Not fear of dying, fear of what might come before. We waxed philosophical about the meaning of life and what comes after and that we're all dying - just aren't as aware of when and from what. It's fresh - she's still processing, no question.

The next day just my husband and I went to see her. She was in bed when we arrived, she'd been nauseous - she has a bright yellow puke bucket with a happy face on it - we all had a laugh over that. I got on the bed with her, rubbed her back, and we all just talked - about the cancer and the tests, about the kids, about how hard it is on Dad, about the unknowns, about the weather. She told us the Doc had told her it was time to 'eat whatever she wanted and drink beer' - I told her next time I'd get her stoned - solve the nausea problem and the lack of appetite all at once.

It's just the beginning of a road I know too well. Profundity, anger, hope, fear, faith, fight, determination, surrender - all part of the package.

It was a scene from a movie. It was both surreal and more real than anything I've known all at once.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Flick Fragments

Brian did this fabulous name that tune thing- snippits of lyrics from songs - very very cool and fun. My husband and I speak in movie lines often - I know, sappy, but hey, we're in love! Anyway... thought I'd try the same deal, but with movie lines instead of lyrics - these are pretty easy, but this could certainly be made more challenging.


1. "Maybe there won't be marriage, maybe there won't be sex, but by God there'll be dancing.

2. "I'm still just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."

3. "There's something wrong with this yogurt." "Ah, that's not yogurt, that's mayonnaise."

4. You make me want to be a better man."

5. "No I'm not okay! Do I look like I'm okay?!?! The fucker shot me!!! What the fuck ass fuck of a bum fuck shithole town is this?"

6. "Terrible ideas, don't you just love those?"

7. "I think this was a mistake." "There is no such thing as a mistake. There are things you do and things you don't."

8. "Oh Harry, you may never shit again!"

9. "There'll be no living with her after this."

10. "I don't know if we each have a destiny or if we're all just floating around accidental like on a breeze. But I think maybe it's both - maybe both is happening at the same time."

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Longing

I want it. I do. I want to feel that again. I want to feel Him wanting it, treasuring it, knowing it's His. Everything has a time and place. In a more stable moment, I simply fill with joy and profound gratefulness at having ever experienced it - something many never do. I yearn for more. Yup, I want more. I'm a greedy little bitch, I know it. He knows it too!

Friday, April 15, 2005

This Audio Thing...

Funny... I thought reading a list of words would be easy - but without the structure of sentences, paragraphs, grammar, I was left with just the words, none of the directional things, no parameters. So, it had to be getting to that place... feeling what he had me feeling when I wrote them originally. My husband called it 'artsy' *laughing.... all I know... is I felt like I'd cum after writing it, felt the same after saying it out loud. Fascinating.

Edge

Edge kindly allowed my audio on his blog - to simplify it for me. Thank you Mr. Edge.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Please

glance
away
back
glimpse
eyes
inviting
tempting
smile
knowing
patient
wanting
lips
moist
soft
opening
breathing
rapid
shallow
hands
trace
body
shudder
eyes
pleading
cocky
grin
taunting
teasing
wrists
clasped
tight
forceful
wall
cold
skin
pulsing
cunt
wet
slippery
waiting
bodies
grinding
hands
sliding
needing
aching
hips
begging
gasp
finally
hard
pushing
taking
sliding
slippery
hot
hungry
nails
scraping
teeth
biting
slamming
bruising
marking
growling
exploding
grunting
shuddering
screaming
owned
shaking
trembling
tingling
filled
oozing
taken
content

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Triggers

Trigger words... or trigger phrases - things that said by the right voice, in the right tone, in just the right moment can make me cream - absolutely melt, push me right over the edge, leave me shaking shuddering gasping.

It's the association I have with these words and phrases that give them power. The association implies a certain dynamic. They didn't arrive all at once. I'm not even sure when they all started, they've evolved over time. I can pin-point some of them to a place in time or a person. They're all linked to a common theme, but different people or situations have hard wired them into my sexuality. Conditioned response maybe?

Standing alone they may mean something entirely different - or have no significant meaning at all. But in my nasty slutty little mind they evoke an intense reaction - the queen mother of sexual tools in the right hands - someone who knows just when to say them, or what inflection to use.

And... I'm noticing I'm much less able to hide my reaction now than I used to be - so sometimes someone might not even know in advance, but damned if my response doesn't totally give me away!

I know we all have sexual buttons, things that 'do it' for us, but I do find myself wondering if other people have the same intense reaction to triggers and if staying composed is challenging for others too.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Pieces

I wrote on my wall downstairs. Green acrylic paint, hand-written words - no stencil to make it neat, no practice so the angle is just right, just lyrics to a song painted because the spirit moved me.

It's a music room. It has a red light. Guitars, cable, mic stands, a keyboard, and an overstuffed love seat fill the small space. There's a massive red satin/black velvet Jimi Hendrix wall hanging (when we first moved in together, my husband wanted it over our bed *laughing*) Candles spread around the room conjure up something as close to my Catholic history as I get. Vines wind around and beads dangle from the ceiling. At night, my husband smokes sweet cigars, the room fogs and strings of smoky haze glow in the red light. The scents - cigars, beer, incense burning - mix with notes sung and winding guitar inspire this sweet kind of groove.

There's a very old Police concert T-Shirt with buttons and pins - a spectrum of music represented - U2, The Stones, The Who, Depeche Mode, BB King and a bunch in between. This concoction of things transcends multiple decades - a fucked up mix of sex, drugs and rock and roll with mysticism and free love. It ain't Home and Garden 'decor' - hell some would say it's downright gaudy! I think it's funky, it's out there - it's pieces of our lives and somehow it has this strange comfort about it, a soothing peace.

While I was brushing letters on the wall, I was thinking about how all the things we live through shape who we are in a given moment in time, contribute to the evolution of a soul.

I live on an Island, surrounded by ocean. It is overflowing with hippies and guru and artistic types.... people who walk to the beat of their own drummers with no regard for the media-inspired image of what we should be. I believed before moving here that it was right for us - I've always said we were Island people. Now, being here, smelling all the myriad of green outside, feeling the sand squish between my toes, breathing the salt air, and writing lyrics on my walls, I know it's a perfect fit. My Spirit feels like it has come home.

So, I'll be writing more on those walls, in different colours. I'll be celebrating the pieces of who I am - who we are - nourishing my spirit in unorthodox ways that feel right and celebrating what we've lived and chosen to hold close. Tomorrow I'm getting a lamp like we used to have... the circular kind that rotates light around the room. We need some netting, and more beads and I need to make a mobile of sea shells. It's got this metaphysical kinda vibe to it, and quite simply.... it's far out! I'm diggin' it!

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Grrrrrrrrrr!

Ya know.... it really begins to bug me when I don't have two minutes to rub together so I can READ all'yall at length, as your talent deserves! And doing a post of my own, uh, not so much as of late! Mach six with my hair on fire - someone throw a bucket of water, would ya? Please!

Monday, March 28, 2005

Rain

It stormed the other night. Massive gusts of wind, pelting relentless rain. I love it. I got up and opened the window. I wanted to hear it. I wanted to inhale it. I wanted to feel it. I fell into slumber and dreamed. I dreamed of standing outside, naked. I felt the rain landing on my skin, the drops winding their way down my body. I love the rain. There's something cleansing about it. It renews. It refreshes. The air smells amazing after a storm, like everything that wasn't washed away can begin anew.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

I love this quote:

"Extraordinary circumstances do not make heroes or cowards, they simply reveal them to the eyes of men"

The more I experience in this world, the more I believe that quote to be a truth. Character - or the lack of it - is exposed in those circumstances that are outside our norm. Be it winning the lottery or dealing with tragedy, who we are becomes visible then.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Melancholy - or is it Cauliflower?

I'm feeling... squishy, wimpy, snugglin' on the couch all cozy today. I went for a run, usually that perks everything up... still got the cozies though.

I'm the queen of doing fine. Ask me how I am, you'll usually get a "fabulous"or a "fantastic" or on occasion a "pretty good" and rarely an "OK" - and usually, it's true. I am an optimist. I require that hopeful sense of the wonder of life. I don't do misery for long, I'm not built that way. But even I get droopy every now and then.

I've been told my energy is powerful, that those around me are strongly affected by my state of mind. When I'm up, I lift those close to me, they get intoxicated. It's nice to be able to do that. When I'm not though, unfortunately, it affects them equally but in the opposite direction. I intimidate at the best of times, I terrify folks when I'm down. This seems to be consistent. Not always sure what to make of it.

I thought of this while I ran:

Seeds. Potential unrealized. They can sprout, cells full of life, reaching for the sky.... but neglected they wither and wilt, then fade into the soil. Dreams of what could have been and the scent of possibilities, but not a real taste. Important to recognize the seeds.

I think tea... some herbal, earthy concoction... something grounding, yes. A quilt, pajamas, and a movie... light, soothing, happy ending movie. And later, wine, singing, and guitar playing... yup, that's what today holds me thinks.

Oh, and maybe some chocolate! *laughing*

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Yes, we've met.

Yes, we've met. I wish I could say otherwise, but I'm familiar. Too familiar. The taste of you sickens me as I remember every detail. Ominous darkness is what you bring. You permeate every element of life - from when you emerge as a possibility to when you are known. You consume every waking moment, and IF sleep can be found, you weave elaborate nightmares of the possibilities that await.

Yes we've met. You are subtle when approaching. Sneaky, cowardly, like all evil is. You have stealth and the element of surprise on your side. But once your presence is known, you're smug. You took her over, and I swear you were laughing while you did it.

Yes, we've met. You are indiscriminate - race, age, gender, creed - matter not to you. Parasites don't query their hosts - any will do, the only requirement to sustain YOU, though the end result is your demise too. Not that it matters, always another around the corner. Fresh meat.

Yes, we've met. I saw you take up residence. I saw you meticulously wear her body down. I saw you tease her with small victories, then push her back down. I saw her fight you - God she's was amazing - her gracious, generous, faithful spirit. Now THAT you couldn't touch you bastard. I've known very little hate in my life, but I think it's the right word for what I feel for you this moment.

Yes, we've met. I watched as pain took over, I heard in her voice how unbearable you made it, but she'd never say. I saw in her eyes how she worried about US - whole conversations conveyed from her eyes to mine, her heart to mine - she knew I knew all the things she couldn't say - your power couldn't control that.

Yes, we've met. You were relentless. I watched her let go. I told her to. I said "no more pain, you don't need to hurt anymore" - I know she heard me. I sang the Irish lullaby she sang to me as a child, comfort to all of us. And when the last gasp came, I felt her energy, I did.

Yes, we've met. Asshole. And now you come again? Not enough you took my Mother, you need to invade her too? Fucker. Your medical storm is descending... the tornado of testing, waiting, the 'procedures', the waiting, the hoping, the deciding, the coping.

Yes. Cancer, we've met.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

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Thursday, March 17, 2005

Happy Green Day!

My Irish history is ever present in my life. Irish on one side, French on the other, no wonder I'm such a bitch! *laughing*

A few Irish tidbits...

May you be granted always
A sunbeam to warm you
A moonbeam to charm you
A sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you
Laughter to cheer you
Faithful friends near you
And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you

As you slide down the banisters of life
may the splinters never point the wrong way.


May you never forget what is worth remembering,
Or remember what is best forgotten.


Here's to our wives and girlfriends
May they never meet!


May your troubles be as few and as far apart as my Grandmothers teeth


My nieces are coming to have lunch with me today. We'll hit the pub next door and raise a jar to my Mom and Dad, their Grandparents.

When my Mom passed, we all sang this, at the church, at the hall, and at my house afterward. We handed out the words to everyone so they could sing along... my very Irish Nana, then 90, said 'piss off, I don't need those' - she knew the words. Here's to you Mom & Dad...

The Night Pat Murphy Died (Great Big Sea version)

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play

That's how they showed their respect for Paddy Murphy
[Chorus] That's how they showed their honour and their pride
They said it was a sin and shame and they winked at one another
And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died

As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner pouring out her grief
Kelly and his gang came tearing down the street
They went into an empty room and a bottle of whiskey stole
They put the bottle with the corpse to keep that whiskey cold

[Chorus]

About two o'clock in the morning after empty'ing the jug
Doyle rolls up the ice box lid to see poor Paddy's mug
We stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn't tell the time
And at a quarter after two we argued it was nine

[Chorus]

They stopped the hearse on George Street outside Sundance Saloon
They all went in at half past eight and staggered out at noon
They went up to the graveyard, so holy and sublime
Found out when they got there, they'd left the corpse behind!

[Chorus]

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget
Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't been sober yet
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay
O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play

Monday, March 14, 2005

I got into a conversation the other day about the arrangements of my marriage. The question I got - the one I often get when I choose to share this part of my life - is "why get married at all if you're going to fuck other people?" ... as if that alone defines the merit of a relationship, as if sex is the only thing a marriage has to offer - it baffles me. Don't get me wrong, I totally understand asking questions - it's unusual - so people are curious how we got here, why we choose it, how it works, what the pitfalls are.

Our relationship sometimes seems to strike fear into people. It's like if they find a way to be OK with it, all the romanticized, picture-perfect notions of 'love' they hang on to so tightly will disappear along with their hope for true connection and belonging. It's as though in their heads or hearts, true love for a life partner and desire for sexual exploration with another cannot coexist, like one negates the possibility of the other. Not surprisingly, men seem to have an easier time with it than women. Often though, they like the idea from a one-sided perspective *laughing*

Even before our relationship evolved into what it now is (yes, it evolved, we didn't just way up one day and say "hey, let's fuck other people!") I didn't understand the need to believe that one person can (and should) fill you up, be your everything. It just doesn't make sense to me that 'real love' must be void of longing for anything but that one person or what he can provide.

My husband is my life partner, I don't want to join in that way with anyone else. We share life - all that life is. We share the responsibilities and the rewards. the pain and the joy, the mundane day-to-day and the moments of exceptional. We share our babies, and together plot the course of our family. We are intensely intimate - physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. Our thoughts and fears and desires are exposed to the other, we have a profound respect for each other as individuals. That I share levels of intimacy with others on occasion (or he does) does not in any way diminish all of the above or the love we feel for each other. Intimacy, by the way, can be close friendships of a non-sexual nature, as well as a tryst, and all the in betweens. So if you carry forward that intimacy with another is a threat, then wouldn't close friendships also be off limits?

It's not that I feel the need to justify our choice, I don't. I do have interest in why the concept rubs people so harshly the wrong way. What is so threatening about it? Some of it is obvious, some of it perplexes me. The moral issue will scoop up a big 'ol batch of folk who simply can't stomach it. The naive will still hold to the romance of that magic 'one' being all you'll ever need or want.

I also don't propose that all couples should choose the same road, not at all. I'm not saying 'our way' is better either, it just works for us. My concept of a 'successful' relationship is defined by how well it meets the needs of the parties involved, period. Not if it works for someone else, only if it works for those IN the relationship. We have guidelines, rules - all relationships do, whether they are cognitively chosen and spoken out loud or just evolved, implied, assumed - and we trust the intention of the other... yup, trust and respect.

I get a lot of "there must be something missing" blah blah blah, and I think that's bunk. We give pieces of ourselves to others all the time, it's part of the human condition, we interact, we share, we give, we take. Here's the thing.... no one relationship - be it with a friend, a family member, a lover or a spouse - meets every need one human being will have in a lifetime. Together the people you choose for your inner circle all contribute, all provide some fabulous addition to your world. Loving one friend doesn't diminish another. This is no different.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Love my daily fix...

They always behave differently in groups. like packs of wolves hunting prey - all that elevated testosterone in the synergy of them together. Alone he would look, look away, smile quietly perhaps. In the safety of his gang, he eyes me top to bottom, and back up... grinning. He's assessing my fuckability, the slut quotient, without discretion or shame or a care to hide it from anyone.

You know his decision by if he nudges the one next to him, and him the one beside again, until the entire table has you in sight, evil little grins, flirty eyes. When I smile coyly back, when I don't look away, you can see their eyes fire up- it's remarkably predictable.

It's at that point the personalities become visible. Some of them chuckle and comment to each other quietly. A few continue to watch me. I heard one do this moany-growl thing *laughing* You can see the Alpha type, the aggression visible in his eye as he stares me down, demonstrating his power, his virility through his eyes, his body upright, strong. He watches to see if there is discomfort, if I look away, for any sign of timidness, submission.

I can't say I'm unaffected, can't say my mind doesn't race in fantasy as I leave the little shop feeling their eyes burning into my ass. Damn! I'm a sucker for shoulders and probing eyes *laughing* and I do love my coffee in the mornings.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Cuz Edge said we should!

*laughing* and I always do what I'm told *still laughing*

Well... it did seem like it'd be fun, and it's not just anyone suggesting it! *grin* But ya know, I am a list virgin...

  • I don't much care for cats, love dogs, definitely a dog person
  • I enjoy gardening.... something about earth energy... I like to do it barefoot
  • I loved being pregnant, felt very whole, very feminine, very spiritual, very sexy pregnant
  • I have 3 children, all boys
  • I love skin to skin contact... nursing a baby, snuggling in bed naked and the like
  • Having children deepened my appreciation for my Parents - they were amazing people
  • I have experienced sex with women, I'd like to again
  • My drivers license says I have green eyes, people have called them both green and blue, so I don't know
  • I did not do any drugs in highschool. I was 30 the first time I smoked a joint. This young 18 year old girl I hired at the bank came to visit when I moved away and said "I'm getting you stoned" *laughing* I just got hungry. I have on only a few other occasions since, gotten stoned. I liked it. I'm fairly uninhibited sober *laughing* I don't need anything to 'take the edge off' - I like the edge *grinning* But seriously, I can get wild when I'm straight, on a substance, I can get illegal
  • Yes, they ARE real
  • I find balance in life an incredibly difficult thing to attain and maintain - mostly, I don't do balance well, just move from one focus to the next to the next
  • The Invitation was a life-altering experience for me
  • I've had "paranormal" experiences and while I have skepticism too, there have been multiple things that have me... believing
  • I'm used to getting what I want, I try not to pout when, every now and then, I don't
  • I swear quite a lot.
  • I now work with all men, our customer base is mostly men, and very testosterone-filled manly men at that. I fit in very well *laughing*
  • I'm learning about tools and equipment relating to construction - I'm talkin' jack hammers, plate compactors, concrete vibrators, nail guns and of course the necessary implements of power like air compressors. I've even tried testing a jack hammer - but I have LOTS to learn
  • I can appear as your classic business professional, but my inner slut is always present - more now than ever in my life. Someone who met me in business and knows me very well now says he could see in my eyes I was a naughty girl - power suit and well heeled or not
  • I have been stopped many many times for speeding, I rarely get a ticket
  • I know what it is to feel true sorrow
  • Death has touched me in ways I cannot express in a list and it has changed me - who I am and how I see the world
  • I did not know what it was to truly stand alone in the world until my Father passed over
  • The world as it is today, scares me - more for my children and grandchildren - we're destroying it
  • I love red wine - the way the liquid moves in the glass, the rich colour of it, the taste - love it
  • There are wonderful things that can be done with frozen grapes
  • Don't come eat at my home if you don't like garlic - ideally you should believe there can never be too much garlic, then you'll really fit in
  • I learned to speak German before I spoke English because we were living in Germany while I was age 2 to age 5 (wish I could remember it now!)
  • I'm much more likely to indulge in something salty than I am something sweet - chips and popcorn (made in a pot, with butter!) If I want something sweet, it's cheesecake, chocolate (the good stuff) or ice cream (has to be out of the box)
  • My favorite flowers are Sweet Peas, my Grandma grew walls of them, they smell heavenly and there's something.... innocent and pure about them
  • I can count on my fingers the number of people who have seen me cry - it's not that I don't or that I think there's anything wrong with it.... just.... being vulnerable isn't something that comes easily to me
  • I think it's possible some of us have been here before, likely even
  • I'm exceptionally loyal and fiercely protective
  • I don't get angry often or easily, but it's severe when it happens
  • I don't handle other's anger well - yelling, volatility, hostility - nope, not well at all
  • I am a coffee fiend - brown sugar and cream - not skim milk, cream
  • I like dangly earrings - to wear em and to see em
  • I like women's belly buttons and the round at the side of the breast
  • It's good we put the 'no through road' sign up after the last baby, I would want another. I can't wait for the nieces to start having babies, so I can get my fix! *laughing*
  • People often tell me things - intimate things - very early in the evolution of a friendship... I'm good with people's secrets
  • I can be extremely demanding of the people close to me
  • I am sometimes emotionally detached, a coping skill perhaps, and it can be very hard for those in my life who are used to feeling connected. Given my space to process, I always come back though.
  • I would not leave a relationship because the other was sexual with someone else, I understand fully the power of sexual intoxication
  • I want to travel to Greece and Italy - have always been drawn there
  • I have done that dirty dancing thing. I like it. A lot.
  • Many people close to me would be surprised and disturbed by my sexual experiences and philosophies. It doesn't trouble me though, I am not ashamed
  • I don't do guilt. I'm either OK with something, or I'm not. If I'm not I try to make amends, and failing being able to do that, I do it differently next time. Quite remarkable given my Catholic upbringing - oi - let's not go THERE again
  • There is something enticing for me about the Ocean - mystical, healing, soothing but incredibly powerful. I can see it from my home (until the leaves return *giggling*)
  • I find the moon enchanting and can spend hours watching it.
  • I love the rain.
  • I believe humour is an absolute necessity in life.
  • I think that "Youth is wasted on the young" phrase has some truth to it
  • I've been very surprised at how connected you can feel to someone you haven't met face to face
  • I believe you can love more than one person at a time without it diminishing anyone. I think we love different people in different ways. I'm not of the opinion there is only one person in the world for each of us, but many potential loves. Some of us are fortunate to experience incredible loves, I include myself in that category, and I'm grateful
  • This list makes me feel exposed, it's quite a strange sensation

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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Adornment plus

I think it's fascinating where and why we draw lines - how fragile they really are, how the lines move, how people want desperately to paint the world in absolutes, when few, if any, actually exist.

I was talking with my Hair Guru last night while my head was all creamed up destroying any trace of evidence in my hair that I might be over 25, and we were discussing 'cosmetic procedures' and where the line is for each of us. She has a friend who is totally against all forms of cosmetic enhancement and plastic surgery. Friend thinks it's sad, a sign of insecurity, and even immoral. For the most part friend is congruent with her rantings - your earthy type chick.
People, women in particular, do many things in the name of enhancing our appearance. We wear makeup, colour our hair, paint our nails (and toe nails Edge*smiling*) We do maintenance things like shave our bits and pieces, apply lotion, and we pluck places that the Universe ought to have known women shouldn't have hair! We pierce our ears and other parts. We wear shape-flattering undies and push up bras . Wrinkle creams, botox, lasering, dermabrasion, peels and the like abound. Then there are the more serious 'procedures' as they call em. The lipo, the eye lifts or cheek implants, full-blown face lifts, tummy tucks, boob jobs and the like. Multi-billion dollar business this "looking good=looking young" thing.

I'm personally somewhat conflicted. I see shows like "The Swan" and it kind of rubs me the wrong way that women feel the need to completely overhaul their appearance, that they aren't enough without all the changes. Yet, I wear makeup, have my hair coloured, paint my nails, I'm big on the dangly earrings, wear perfume, shave and keep all my parts soft and smooth. I love the shelf bras to cradle the twins and present em like they used to be when I was 18 - POW. *laughing* Do I do this for me as well as any onlookers? Of course, I like how it makes ME feel. That I haven't had any 'procedures' (nice, clean,clinical term huh?) is about where my comfort level is, where I draw the line on a given day.

I wonder though, how many other things I would do if money and time and risk were no object. Would I do botox? Would I ask a surgeon to put my body back to how it was before my three kids? I want to say I wouldn't. I think I wouldn't. It disturbs me that I can't say absolutely, and certainly warrants further thought.

I can't accept Hair Guru's friend's premise that it's all bad. I think there is something wonderful to be said about adornment. That process of... preparing yourself for another (whether he be known to you yet or not) is exciting. It's sensual and spiritual and animal. It's part of being human, and for me, just a part of how I connect with my femaleness. But hey... each person has his/her lines... we're all different.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Craving

I'm consumed at the moment.

Increasingly, I'm craving the sensation of being... Taken. It's drug like. Intoxicating and elating and euphoric. It makes me feel alive, and while I make no judgement here and now about how healthy it is to crave it like this, all the same, I'm... uh... ripe for the pickin'!

I so love the moment you realize he might be able to take you. Now, "able" is a whole other post, but I digress. *laughing* The mind is an exceptionally powerful tool here. And physically, it's eyes first I think - can he capture me there? Those powerful eyes, hungry eyes, eyes that say "I want you, and I'm going to have you, and you will never be the same" - yup, has to start there.

When he sees me, when he leans into me, eyes locked and my mouth opens ever so slightly anticipating his kiss, does he feel me tremble? Does he know if he just slams me up against the wall, grinding into me, growling, that I will melt? Pulling hair, squeezing flesh, biting, grunting, grinding, pounding, gasping, screaming - I want to be overcome... hot, sweat dripping... the sound of us, the scent of our hunger, the rush of wet, the release... I want to ache afterward, want to feel the heat from hands slapping, the throb from welts forming, the sting of the scratches - taken, possessed, marked, molded together... want to see him twitching, still wet from us.... exhausted, deliriously so... oh... and exploring those marks afterward... light fingers, tongue tracing. soft kisses. Shaking, shuddering, body bliss.


Damn cravings!

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Vibe and Tinglies...

There's a mystery about some people. Or maybe it's an energy he/she gives off that makes you want to know more. Or maybe it's an instinct that kicks in that leads me to believe I'd like what I knew, if I knew more. *laughing*

Being uncontrollably drawn to someone and knowing why is unnerving enough, but finding yourself full of thoughts of someone when you can't quite put your finger on what, exactly, it is about that person that has you distracted, is a whole other thing. Thing is... it doesn't happen to me that often, and... I like it - that being a little off balance, not quite composed feeling.

So you wait, and over time, you are exposed more and see pieces of that person... and his affect on you becomes more intense, you are more intrigued, or you lose interest, or he does, or you... just hover there all tingly and goosebumpy.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Now that's love! *smiling*

Earlier in the week, I'd been complaining. Not complaining so much as noticing in a solemn kind of way, commenting on the passing of time, the changes in a body over years.

After the release, still in me, over me, smiling down at me he said:

"I wouldn't trade one of the lines around your eyes for any one of your smiles... I wouldn't trade one stretch mark or that cesarean scar of three times for any one of our babies... wouldn't change a thing, I was here for it all, I love that. It's all part of you, it's us... you're beautiful"

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

OK OK OK...

I'm tired of being nagged, I give in!

Physically I will notice how a man carries himself (or woman for that matter, but that's another post) and I'm a bit of a sucker for shoulders and the line of a man, his back, from just under the arm pit downward.

I will notice his eyes - and if he has those eyes that probe you, hold your attention, the kind you can't look away from - if there's a spark between us while our eyes lock and I stop breathing for a moment and have to steady myself - now THAT will capture my interest. If there is any potential, I have to believe he can handle me *laughing* - I can intimidate folk, though it's not my intention. Humour, a sense of adventure, depth as a human being, and accountability are up there on my list too. Teasing, and being teased - I want the build up, yup, I want you hungry and I want us urgent.

Surprises... well... the intensity when that type of man (above) takes what he wants, which of course is giving me what I crave, and how it feels to surrender to another like that. Oh... and the power and excitement in being marked - that one was a big surprise.

Insane.... there's something about a deep, growly voice, right near your ear, saying exactly the right thing at a crucial moment.... pushing me to that mind-body-spirit orgasm - rapture. *shudder* My husband does this thing - leaves me shaking - fingers, wiggling - such a thin wall between you know - that, that is insane!

Of course... mood and whim and the weather (the variables are endless and unpredictable) all influence all of that for each of us on any given day, yes? *smiling*





Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Sheep and Ants - follow blindly

So Edge's post this morning got me remembering my Catholic upbringing. Is there anything more fucked up than Catholic teaching. We are diametrically opposed, the Catholic church and I, organized religion in general, but the Catholic church in particular. What I learned as a girl:

  • if you're 'good' and do what God (that is, the church) wants, you'll be rewarded with entrance to heaven
  • if you're tempted not to be 'good', it's God testing you, you must resist if you want to be a good girl
  • if you succumb to temptation, you must tell me (cuz I get off on it when I'm you know, spilling the seed I'm not supposed to) and I will dictate some form of penance
  • don't think for yourself, just do as we say
  • don't question, that's doubting, doubting is bad
  • if you 'abuse yourself' it's a direct slight against God (and he gave me a clit because????)
  • you have to give the church at least 10% of your earnings, more is better of course and you'll be rewarded in heaven
  • you mustn't have sex of any kind before you're married in the church
  • you mustn't have sex of any kind unless you're trying to have a child
  • you absolutely must not use any form of birth control, ever, period
  • if you are promiscuous and fornicate, it's like giving away pieces of your soul each time
  • shame, guilt, and fear are the motivation to do 'right', the consequence for not complying, and the best tool the church has to keep you in line, like ants carrying a watermelon
  • when the priest diddles some little kid, let's not face it, and make him be accountable, let's transfer him so he has fresh meat... oh, and let's not talk about it, that would be bad
  • the priest, in his divine wisdom, is the person you turn to for marital advice
  • there is no room for discussion in any of the above
  • there is no room for LOGIC in any of the above, just conform like good little sheep
  • there is scripture to 'back up' all they teach - and for the record, there's scripture to argue against it too, because the bible is full of contradictions and the whole fucking thing is open to subjective interpretation (turn the other cheek or an eye for an eye? for instance)
  • ohhhhh... and let's not forget... it doesn't REALLY matter what you do, because you can be forgiven if you show up on Sunday, have lots of kids, give your 10%, confess, do your 3 Hail Mary's... oh ya, and blow the priest

I could go on all day. Really, ALL day. Sheep Baaaa Baaaaa Baaaaa.

But hey.... to each his own, just please PLEASE don't try to convince me.... I'm not saveable! And.. if I went to confession now, the priest would either have a stroke or cum all over the confessional (or maybe both, not necessarily in that order) - oh, now I'm going to hell!

Ya, and I don't believe in hell either - just a tactic for fear.

OK... rant officially done, for now.

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Friday, February 04, 2005

Relationships - uhm.... oi

That's one very big word, and one very volatile event. The good ones inspire intensity, and even the good ones have darkness sometimes. The primary relationship is something that can take us to the most euphoric, blissful place and land us in the rip-your-insides-out-and-stomp-on-em place.

My primary relationship? It's remarkable. I've always known it really, but the more people I talk to about their relationships, the more I realize how incredibly rare what we have really is. Twenty years together, and... we still like each other, are still in love, and still have phenomenal sex. Do we have fights? Hell yes. Do we go through periods of time where we feel disconnected, where we hurt and disappoint each other? Of course.

So why are we so good together? Well... the oversimplified answer is we're well matched. Some specific things (in no particular order) that I think make us work...


  • We've always allowed each other 'individuality' - there's an understanding that we each need time away, that we don't 'own' each other
  • We actually LIKE each other as people. Still. I mean... if we weren't married, he's absolutely the type of person I'd have as a friend. I think he's cool. I'm interested in his opinion about things in the world and his perspective on things
  • Our ability to laugh... at ourselves, at the world, at the inevitable fuck-ups encountered in the process of living (btw, he makes me laugh like no one else, cracks me up)
  • We call bullshit when we see it, hear it, feel it.... there's no dancing around stuff, we both know ignoring a problem doesn't make it go away
  • We self assess before we jump... just because I FEEL something doesn't mean it's HIM or HE has to change something... and the reverse, of course
  • There's an intuitive thing, a perceptiveness that's evolved over time, we can read each other well
  • We're well matched where it matters... our core values are similar, there are things we enjoy together that touch us deeply (music for instance), we have similar sex drives (don't discount this one, it's a big one!)
  • We respect our differences - *laughing* we are quite opposite in many ways, but we laugh about it and... well... we take turns!
  • Neither of us got together wanting to change the other
  • We understand that sometimes sex is a solo event and neither of us gets offended by one wanting to go it alone
  • Yes, we are in love... madly, deeply, no question. I don't want to be married to anyone else.
  • This one usually gets folks wound up, but I believe without question it's part of why we are so content in our marriage. We hold the philosophy that humans are not innately monogamous. We are not swingers (not that I have a judgement about that should consenting adults choose it) we do not go looking for partners or attend parties/retreats where spouse swapping is the main event. And, it's not even a common occurrence for that matter. But, we are 'allowed', should an opportunity present itself, to explore sexually with other people. We know that being sexual with someone doesn't diminish what we share or what we mean to each other, not at all. It infuses our sexual life, our personal energy, our intimate connection. That's a tough one for people to understand sometimes, I know. This choice comes with its own set of complexities of course. We have set a criteria that works best for us, and it's evolved over the years along with our bond. It takes profound self awareness and exceptional communication for it to work, it's not always easy, and it's not something I claim everyone should choose... it works for us.

Primary relationships are so very complicated, clearly there are other elements of 'us" that contribute to our still being together and still wanting to be. But, that's the overview I think.


Wednesday, January 26, 2005

The 'what' is so very difficult to define completely...

I mean... there are certainly elements of attraction that are tangible and for which words exist, but there are also those indescribable often unexplainable things we often refer to as chemistry. That mystery is so delightful!

I met with a friend this morning before work and we were discussing just that. How you can meet someone who is physically overwhelming, who makes you shudder at the thought, and then... after a conversation be completely unattracted. And, of course, the same can happen in reverse... where a person might not be your 'everything' physically speaking, but he or she has other things that entice you and make you hungry for more.

For me, it's certainly a package event. He can be so hot my panties melt, but he has to be adventurous, playful, open, and funny too - among a great many other things - or I'll lose interest. The whole thing fascinates me. Love exploring it, hearing others' criteria and thoughts. Stimulating stuff.

I'm at work, so I best actually do some, though I'd rather delve into this topic instead

So, I pose some questions:


what elements - physical or otherwise - get your attention and keep your interest?

what is an absolute requirement. if any exist?

what has surprised you?

what has someone done that drove you insane in all the right ways?



Nosy little bitch, ain't I? *cheeky smile*




Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Probing and Poking

Today the tests begin. Today, starts the western-medicine process of elimination they call determining diagnosis. Blood disorders, thryroid, cardiac enzyme levels, minieral content, tumor, MS, MD, CF - all of it, they're testing for all of it. Failure to thrive, they're calling it. Very clinical sounding, isn't it. After these tests, he'll undergo a CT scan of his brain, an ultrasound, and possibly and MRI.

The look in his eyes yesterday at the doctor - pleading, help me mom, I don't want to mom eyes.

But, I'm the parent. This is what's best, we have to find out what's wrong. Thing is... I'm so - SO not a western medicine philosophy kind of chick, that I'm not sure I DO believe that. *sigh*

So I have the name of a Chinese medicine guy, he's also an MD.

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Sunday, January 16, 2005

Technologically Challenged

So you all know, there are some of you who I read and would love to list here, but I simply can't figure out how - not at all a reflection of my admiration for you, or the pleasure, inspiration and evolution I experience reading you, but a clear example of my ineptness where technology is concerned!

Thursday, January 13, 2005

He's Magic, and I can't fix what's hurting him.

He touches anyone who comes into contact with him, my middle child. I hear "there's something about that child" all the time. He's a delight, his spirit has a purity. He seems to feel what others feel, seems to be able to get through the normal barriers we adults construct around us. Big blue eyes that look right into your soul and just melt ya. This isn't just the extremely biased opinion of an adoring parent, there really is something about him. He engages people, even people who wouldn't ordinarily respond to a child can't help but interact with him and leave the encounter smiling. Even people who deal with children all the time notice. I see it over and over again.

I don't know if there's anything more intense than worrying about a sick child. Ya see, he's been different since before he entered this world - and he's had too many challenges in his little life. He's stopped eating now. Two days, grape juice only. He's so tiny for 4 years old - looks 3 or even a larger 2. No meat to spare on those beautiful little bones. Physically frail, but his spirit fills up a room and lifts everyone in it. This weekend, if he still hasn't eaten, we'll have to take him to the hospital - where nothing that happens will make sense to him. He won't understand, and yet I feel like he understands things we never will. I ache - and it's not like any other ache I've known.

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Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Big Dark Abyss

I've sat down to write several times since the holidays. Nothing coherent comes, nothing that even resembles connected thoughts. Maybe overload, dunno. But hey, when the words find me, I'll release em here.

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Joy

There are moments of pure joy - the kind that fills every cell of my body until it feels like they could begin to burst one at a time like popcorn exploding. It's amazing. Today I watched my children open to all Christmas is. Unabashed glee, squeals of delight, enchantment and wonder. And if that wasn't enough to fill up the heart of any soul, we saw - my Love and I - their sincere gratitude and watched their joy in the delight of giving to another - and it's only 7am! I am, without question, so truly blessed!

To all I wish contentment - happiness comes and goes, as does despair. Contentment sustains us through each. *warm smile*

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Soul of Sex meets The Invitation - they're actually speaking the same language me thinks...

I was asked yesterday "how did you get to be so comfortable with a subject that creates conflict for so many?" --- I hadn't really thought of it in those terms. I am fascinated by human behavior, by what motivates each of us in whatever direction we choose. Sexuality, is just a part of that.... but, because it encompasses the intense human conditions - primal aggression, lust, love, fear, pleasure, pain, possession, euphoric bliss, need, ache, surrender to name a few -how a person manifests this part of themselves is incredibly interesting to me.

It is innately messy... complex, confusing, exciting, uncertain, fabulous. So I found myself chuckling at the word "comfortable" in that question posed to me. I love the topic itself. I love the unraveling of self, of boundaries , the hurdling "nevers" that happens when an encounter with another begins, evolves... and the intimate connection that touches you, changes you, leaves a mark on you. Little etchings in the soul - some deep and meaningful, some fleeting, some leave a scar, all have a story. There are no accidents.

So I answered this way... "Comfort isn't really the right word. Sex, sexuality and all it entails, is not really safe ground for most of us... it's exciting, it exposes you in ways nothing else does, it entices, for some it embarrasses. My intrigue in it has a voracious appetite that overcomes the normal social boundaries, enabling me to talk about things some steer away from, that's all."

In the book Soul of Sex, Thomas Moore talks about our western world having lost Eros. Sexuality, sensuality, has become this thing we put on a shelf to take down when we want to use it, then return it. In our society it is wrought with conflicted morality, shame, guilt and over simplified to the physical.

Eros - is something innate in the human condition, a part of us that is meant to be present in our everyday... in the glimpses and glances, the flirtations, the adornment of our bodies with clothing, jewels, red lips, piercings and tattoos... the butterfly tummies, the breath-catching tremble, the skin-tingling touch, the heat, the pursuit, the hunger - all of it.

I think... in our world, the fear of judgement, the fear of being truly exposed to another - physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually - limits many in their experience of Eros, hell, limits our experience of life, period.

From The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer:

"The consequences of moments of deep intimacy with yourself, another, or the world are completely unpredictable. When we learn how to truly be present with our joy, our sorrow, with our longing and our desires, layer upon layer of our selves and the world are revealed. We cannot know in advance what this revelation will look like or what action it will inspire or compel us to take.

"If we have based parts of our lives on lies, or truths that no longer hold, however well intentioned or unconscious, the changes that deep intimacy evokes can look very dangerous. We cannot tell in advance which aspects of our carefully constructed sense of self, if any, will survive."

She calls it 'living fully awake' - it's being willing to risk, to open, to feel the entire spectrum of living. We run from Eros as a society because it challenges us, it's unsafe, unpredictable, unknown, untidy.

Eros can be a touch on the arm - compassion, affection, support. It can be soft, tender, rapture. It can also be animal hunger, grunting, thrusting, taking. It's all and everything in between, magical, mystical, divine. I choose to open to it, that part of my humanness, and I am rewarded again and again.

Fabulous books, both of them. Life enriching stuff.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

I want it all... careful what you wish for!

Intensity. I crave it. It finds me, always, and often when timing is, uh, questionable. Of course, it isn't only intensity I lust after, I want depth too. And then there's playful, that has to be there as well, yes playful, with a wild side. Oh, and let's not forget risk... yes willingness to risk, that's a must - can't always be safe, predictable. Interaction with other souls like that makes me feel... ALIVE.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Contented Sigh

Not a day goes by where I don't realize how good I have it. I have a husband who adores me. We genuinely, after 20 years of knowing each other, enjoy spending time together. I'm still interested in what he has to say, in his thoughts on any given topic. Trust. Respect. Belief in the other's Spirit. I don't want to be married to anyone else. I can't imagine raising children with anyone else. It's him I want to tell immediately when something wonderful happens, him I run to for understanding when I'm struggling. And, we're hot together, still. He rocks my world... yup, it's love!




Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Time!

I so miss having time - to potter away at something... the pace as of late is much too fast! But, tonight I got to paint my nails *contented sigh* Who would have thought such a simple thing could bring such pleasure - lift the spirit - I needed that!

Red. Slut red.


Sunday, December 05, 2004

Strong Enough?

Today I'll meet with my brother. Today I'll see despair, look into the heart of sorrow, feel it pierce me. I'll see first hand what bottom looks like. He has nothing, literally - no money, no place to live, no one - he's used everyone up. He eats every second or third day I'm told. I'm terrified. I feel it welling inside me even now, the desire to pick him up and carry him, hold him, heal him. I can't. Today I don't know if I can "sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it" I just don't know. When I hear his voice, the pain grabs me in my center and yanks with a force that makes me weak. Now, I will see it in his eyes, directly, there will be no barrier between us, no protection from the darkness. How did he get here? HOW???

I remember clearly when my Father passed over, I remember saying it out loud "I'm standing alone for the first time in my life" - and I remember the fear that washed over me, through me at that realization. Why did I get through it and my brother not? What in us was different? How can two people raised by the same parents have such vastly different grounding??? And... what would my Father want me to do? I'm sad, I'm angry, I'm hurt, I'm scared - I don't trust myself at this moment in time.

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Firelight

We had our first fire last night in our new home. I can't remember the last time I heard the crackle of wood, smelled musk like smoke, felt the heat on my face. Too long. And here's the part that shook me, my 11 year old son had never seen a fire. NEVER. It slayed me. I know it's not like he's scarred for life due to my inept parenting, just because he hadn't seen, felt, lived a fire (camping or otherwise) but damn! He was mesmerized, it was a beautiful thing to watch - him and the fire.

After the kids were in bed, we sat and watched the fire. The glowing embers underneath, the dancing flames.... we just... stared. For an hour or so. Glass of wine (red) no lights, just the fire. It was heavenly.

There's an intimacy in fire I think. I mean... I think it softens anyone near it. I found myself thinking of people I'd so love to sit in front of a fire with. There's a list, though not a long one, of people I'd love to have revealed to me there, like that... and me to them.

My younger sons won't be 11 before they experience the joy of it.


Monday, November 29, 2004

What of the Drug Addict?

My brother called me last week, after... hmmm.... years, 2 or 3 I think, of any substantial contact. My brother, who went off the deep end after my Father died. I'm still not sure exactly what pushed him over, but I don't think it was grief. I think, looking back, his soul was always empty-ish... I think the core of him - that thing that usually sustains us when all else falls away - I think it didn't have.... substance. It's like my parents were his moral compass, and when Dad passed over relatively shortly after Mom, my brother was lost. There was no longer anything to guide him, and all sense of accountability, responsibility, and simply doing the right thing because it's the right thing to do - it all went poof.

He isn't a drug addict, but I have to treat it the same way. I spent a long time 'helping'... a long time making allowances for his choices by seeing his pain. He sucked the energy from me. left me exhausted, drained, with nothing left to give my self or my own family - not something I can allow to happen again.

He lost sight of the truth in a way that goes well beyond 'lying' - he hasn't worked, has used up friend after friend financially, emotionally, physically, mentally. The sadness that overwhelms me when I allow myself to see it as it really is threatens to drown me. But my emotions aside, the facts are the facts. Four years since Dad died, he still talks the same talk, walks the same walk, and leaves a path of destruction measured in human pain and souls everywhere he touches.

So will I talk to him as he's asked? Husbands says "No, I don't think you should" - it's all black and white for him, protective of me and the kids (I'm very lucky!) - but it isn't black and white for me, isn't clear and painted in absolutes. It begs thought about human frailty and failing, and things of compassion and charity - that "there but for the Grace of *insert whatever guides you here - God, Mystery, the Universe, Destiny, Fate* go I" thing, but also things of keeping eyes wide open and facing it as it IS not as I want it to be.

So, I stew - percolate - ponder - and then I'll surrender to what intuition has to say.

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Sunday, November 28, 2004

I want to know if you can sit with pain...

The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer has become a guideline on how to live my life. I can't count the number of times I've read it, and still I learn from it, let it open me.

That line "I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it" is so powerful to me. This weekend was all about the human condition... the intense stuff, the lust and longing and ache, the fear, the jealousy, the hate, the pain, the raw inner guts of us, not always pretty or graceful, not easy to smell, taste, feel, live... but the things that make you feel alive... and the other side of those things... the contentment, the belonging, the rapture, the love, the joy, the knowing.

Before the influence of The Invitation (and of the person who brought it to my life) I would have run.... but instead I let it wash over me, through me, I felt it fully. The result... I feel.... peaceful, empowered. *smiling*

Funny how a change in self (for me over the last 3 or so years) changes those we draw to us, those who enter our lives, those who affect us, touch us, those who are willing to risk.

I am... grateful, very very grateful.

Saturday, November 20, 2004

Mind Fuck

I was greeted by a group of drunken men before I even reached the table. I was wearing a short leather skirt, black sheer stockings and heels, spaghetti strap top with a low scoop neck, thick dangling chain around my waist, and a hip-length fitted leather jacket. Greeted might not be the word... molested might be more accurate... hugging, arms around me, random hands on me, and not really being certain of whose hands were where. When I finally reached the table, I realized I was the only female there, and laughed to myself, realizing the reason for the.... enthusiastic greeting!

As I visited with my husband's co-workers... flirting a little and enjoying the male attention, I felt that sensation of someone looking at me. I looked around the table and while there were men looking at me, it wasn't the 'watching' that would create that type of energy. I laughed, and talked... the conversation was very sexual (as it would be in a bar with a group of men who'd been drinking all day without female company). But still, as I talked, I felt it... that energy... someone's eyes on me... and it grew stronger.

I found myself becoming somewhat uncomfortable... looking around the room, scanning, trying to figure out what was causing this sensation. In the dim lights I saw a figure in the corner. I couldn't see well, but there was no question this person was a man by body posture and shape of the silhouette. And, he WAS looking in our general direction, but I couldn't tell if he was actually looking AT me. I sipped my wine and continued to flirt... glancing over into that corner... and beginning to feel as though it was this man who was making me so unnerved and off balance.

I excused myself to the washroom, and as I walked away from the table amongst lusty comments, I looked carefully into that corner... watching to see if his head turned, if his eyes followed me. There was movement, but still I couldn't tell for sure.

I returned from the ladies room and the evening rolled on... the energy never letting up, only growing stronger. The more I moved around socializing with different men at my table, the more I believed it was him, in the corner, whose eyes were on me... and before long... I knew it... and so, we began a sort of... dance. An energy dance...

The night went on, the man in the corner, who I didn't know, making me feel... observed... feeling as though he were getting to know me without ever speaking... feeling exposed... the tension building... my discomfort... and a strange, unexplainable excitement.

I found myself being very aware of how I sat down, which direction I faced... positioning myself in such a way as to... subtly display parts of my body... almost presenting myself to 'him' - my legs crossed in a particular way, ample cleavage very visible. I tried to see him better, see what I could 'feel'... but short of actually approaching him, there was no way to do it.

I was drawn to him... and incredibly aroused by this dance with the stranger lurking in the shadows. Each time I went to the ladies room, I found more and more moisture between my legs... wetness coating my thighs. "What is the matter with me!?" I thought to myself as I headed to the washroom. My sensible self, the self who needed to feel in control, felt a need to escape the energy for a moment, to gain some composure before it overwhelmed me.

It was dreamlike, the walk through the crowd, almost like slow motion. I rounded the corner out of the bustling bar into the empty hallway and leaned back against the wall there trying to breathe out of the line of his vision... consciously trying to slow my racing heart beat, feeling the wetness between my legs, my skin tingling, alive, throbbing.

As I walked down the hallway, I felt it again... those eyes... that powerful, penetrating energy... it was like being touched. When I reached the end, I stood there between the two doors to the male and female washrooms and turned around to see a man directly behind me. I had no way of knowing for sure if it was the man from the corner.

His eyes drilled into me... dark, intense, hypnotic. The heat between us was tangible, my skin flushed, I was trembling - terrified and pulsing with lust at once. There wasn't a lot of time to contemplate and determine what to do... his body was up against mine, pushing me against the wall, kissing me with an intensity that left no question it was him... strong... powerful... hunger... lust... need... moaning... melting control. His lips to my ears, a low and growly voice said "I want you" - three little words.

The power of the energy dance - the mind fuck.

Monday, November 08, 2004

Closing In

I'm feeling a little... cramped, the world closing in around me, and not a moment where I'm not accountable to someone. I long for a little time to just.... be... think, read, meditate, write - whatever. Clearly I have to make this happen, and soon. I feel myself losing touch with myself - never a good thing. A smothered Spirit doesn't grow, doesn't learn, doesn't see the world and feel it.

Friday, October 22, 2004

Ache

It takes me over. There's a weight in the center of my body... a slow, undulating throb that moves outward... rippling, like a water ring after a pebble crashes through the glass-calm surfface. I can almost feel him... feel his warm, moist breath on my skin, feel the heat of his hand touch the soft vulnerable crevace of my neck, first gently... then his hand tightening around my throat, just enough to remind me I'm His. His voice a whisper in my ear, but courses through my entire body. Raw. Hungry. Ache.