Sliding Away

Slowly I step

From rock to rock

Across the stepping stones

Covered with moss.

The rocks are like a well laid trap

Unable to see which are stable, and which are not

I slip into the cold murky water.

I try to claw my way back.

trying to hold on

To the thin little reeds

that are all the connection there is

to keep me from going under.

What is left?

Every time I grasp a reed

It pulls out

It’s roots are shallow

I slip a little farther away.

Soon…all connection to where I was

Has been uprooted

by me

Trying to hold on.

And so, without a movement, or an intention

I have let go

Because there was nothing to keep me there.

No hand reached for mine.

No voice called me back.

No memory guided me

Back to where I had come from.

I slide away,

away from the stepping stones that would have led me to the other side.

Away from the place I knew and loved.

I guess sometimes we are just meant to move on.

Shifting

Feeling unsettled.  Still not feeling real well, though better.  Emotionally I am very unsettled.  That usually means a shift is underway.  A shift, in my perceptions.  A shift in my feelings.  A shift in the way I approach the events in my life.

I think it has to do with accepting that which I cannot change, thus making choices that are more in alignment with reality. Taking a deep breath and seeing what is, untempered by how I want it to be. And somehow being happy about it.

I think.  Moreso, I feel.  Accepting what is.  Words echo in my head, begging me to listen, and not ignore.  I am still trying to ignore these words.  Ok, I will try, I answer.  I’ll try.

Learning to Love What Is

I’m trying to work some stuff out here.

I’ve got some kind of bug. My throat is a little sore causing some laryngitis, and my right eye is a little weepy. I have carpal tunnel in my right hand, arm, wrist, which has been acting up. And this morning, the fingers on my left hand are quite stiff and sore in the joints.

I’m a believer in the emotional component of all illness. I am quite rarely sick, this maybe the first time in a couple years. So I am looking at all the symptoms, with Louise Hay’s book by my side “You Can Heal Your Life”.

A sore throat has to do with holding in angry words and feeling unable to express yourself, the inability to speak up for one’s self, swallowed anger, stifled creativity and refusal to change. Issues with the throat in general have to do with expression, creativity.

Carpal Tunnel Syndrome has to do with frustration and anger at seeming injustices of life.

Arthritis has to do with feeling unloved, criticism and resentment.

Our hands and wrists have to do with the ease through which we move through change.

Eyes have to do with the capacity to see clearly. Eye problems have to do with not liking what you see in your own life.

I have had an ongoing issue with someone for the last couple of weeks. I wanted this person to do something that they were not comfortable with, quite simply. And I was pushing and they were resisting. It seemed a no brainer to me. Something that would have been fun, enjoyable…whatever. To them it was maybe those things, but maybe not. I can’t speak for them, only or myself.

So….as it turned out it came to a head last night. This person is not going to do this thing with me. I am going to do it alone.

I felt sorry for myself. I felt unloved. I criticized myself, feeling I wasn’t good enough. I also did not feel I was able to express myself fully, not on this subject, nor others with this person, because often I think that expressing what I really feel puts them under pressure. So I swallow it, and don’t say it, when I clearly want to.

This person refused to talk to me about it anymore last night, and cut me off from communication. I was angry, resentful.

Thus, all my symptoms.

Coincidentally, I have been reading Byron Katie’s “The Work” for our book club. And I put the 4 questions to only one of these problems, since it is a process taking time.

I realized that I have been stifling what I had to say about the situation. But I did that on purpose because I knew it would not come out with any loving intent, and I didn’t want to go there with this person. But you know what happens to the stuff you bury…..It makes you sick. Voila! I am sick.

I felt very unloved, and was beating myself up for being so pushy last night. I woke up with a very sore left hand. I am loved, even if not in the way I want to be, but by many others, and by this person as well. The person’s choice not to do this thing with me doesn’t reflect whether or not I am cared about by them, only that they were not comfortable with this particular thing.

But I railed against it, and how frustrating and unfair it was, and guess what, my carpal tunnel has been acting up all week.

I am not moving through changes easily, I am not accepting what is. My joints hurt.

And lastly, I don’t like what I’m seeing, and my right eye is bothering me.

Pretty clear, that the body follows the mind, isn’t it?

So…..doing The Work last night brought me to these conclusions. I don’t love myself. I am afraid of change. My thoughts are not creating a joyful and abundant life for me, but one of lack.

This is all about me, not about this person. It is not what they have done but about my reaction to what they feel. Like Byron Katie says, “Who would you be if you didn’t have that thought?”

I would be excited to do this thing on my own. I would share it, and the excitement, with this person, instead of putting the burden on them to create the excitement with me, and thus in some ways, for me. I would be happy I was doing it, whether or not I was alone.

I want to say maybe it’s meant to be, that I do it alone. Maybe there is a door opening there that I am too blind to see, or to fearful to want to walk through. But why? Because it is what it is. The reality is that I’m doing it alone, so I need to rejoice in that. I need to love what is. Why? Because it is what is happening, and it’s not something I can change. The universe doesn’t screw up, I have trusted it before to work things out for my highest good, and for this person’s. And so this must be it.

This person may join me in this at some point. They have said that. But they can’t right now, so I’ll forge ahead, and repeat to myself every minute that I can that I am loved, I love myself, I will create a joyful life, and I will accept the way life unfolds before me. By myself, I will do this, I will not burden another with these things.

I will walk through the fear I have of doing these things alone, and realize I am quite capable of enjoying them on my own. I’ll find my way.

Acceptance of what is is hard, until we actually realize we have no choice. So we can be mad about it, and ruin this moment, or we can accept it, and find some joy in it, and go forward happily.

I will choose the 2nd reaction. I’m sure it gets easier with practice.

It’s all a lesson in learning to live like water.

Trusting My Gut

I trust my gut, almost implicitly.  If something gives me that unsettled feeling in my stomach, I don’t do it, or say it, or go along with it.

You may remember awhile ago A, the guy I saw for a few weeks when I wasn’t seeing S, wanted to take me out to dinner, to see me once more before he moves out west.  My first reaction was that I didn’t want to.  Then I thought that was kind of mean and bitchy.  About two weeks ago he asked if I could go out with him the weekend of May 8, Mother’s Day weekend.

I responded that weekends were tough.  They would be tough, because I usually can see S on the weekends and I’m not giving that up for anyone.  Of course I only said they were tough and didn’t add an explanation. I said how about during the week.  A replied yes, that’ would be fine, we’d firm the date up later that week.  Well I didn’t hear from him again for 2 weeks, till yesterday, when he wished me Happy Mother’s Day via text.  I thanked him.  And I hoped beyond hope that he had let it go.

I know he is moving soon, so I was hoping he’d just go….I mean we only went out for about 2 1/2 or 3 weeks as anything besides friends.  It’s not like a long term big romance.  So I hoped he’d just thought better of the idea and let it go. That would have been my wish, but no.

He just texted me and asked me if I could go out Thursday night.  I was waiting for a text from S, and when I saw it was from A, my gut slid into a very uncomfortable place.  I don’t want to go.  My gut is telling me not to go.

What reason could I give him?  A hundred scenarios ran through my head.  The most frequent was that I had asked S if he wanted to come over Tues or Thurs nights, since I am working late on Wed. night, which, if S and I see each other during the week, it’s usually Wed night.  But that’s none of A’s business.  Idk if S could even come, but the main thing is, was, is, I don’t want to go out with A.  The very idea makes my stomach feel unsettled.

It’s not that S would even get upset over it.  He’s the one who told me to go say goodbye to the guy.

I just don’t want to.  My heart is with S, A was a brief interlude from that, but it didn’t take me long to realize where my heart lay.  I don’t want to be a bitch, I just don’t feel right about it.  I’ve always been a one man woman, and even though my relationship with S is clearly undefined, it is a relationship of some sort, and I don’t have any desire to have a one on one dinner with another man, even if we are “just friends”.  And anyway, if A wasn’t holding on to something, he wouldn’t want to see me so bad.

So, back to what to tell him.  Suddenly, it occurred to me I just had to say no.  I didn’t have to give him some grand run-down of why I couldn’t go.  I just couldn’t go.

I texted him back and said, I’m sorry A, I already have plans for Thursday night. Thanks anyway.

Simple.  And now my stomach isn’t upset anymore.  Hopefully, A got the message, and will let it go.  Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and S will come over.  That, my  gut tells me, would be just fine.

Sweet Moments

Summer breezes blowing in my windows.

My summer gauzy dress ruffles on the edge.

My hair lifts off my neck, and slides across it,

Like a soft caress of a lover’s hand

turning my head to meet his lips.

It’s warm, warm enough for the heat to raise tiny beads of sweat across my brow.

on my upper lip

Across my breast.

I smile

Thinking of the last time I had tiny beads of sweat raised.

In the heat of an afternoon that was fairly cool.

Sweet time, sweet sweet moments

Passing between us.

On Simply Being

Sometimes I’m just such a basket case.

Strong backbone turns into marshmallow.

Self-talk becomes a whisper

Inaudible against the beating of a heart.

The heart speaks

Gently coaxes me on

toward it’s desire.

So easily I succumb.

At the end of the day

I’m not afraid, and I’m not sure.

I just am.

Stop the Ride! Please!

I keep thinking that I’ve figured out how to get off the merry-go-round.  You know, that feeling, that you’ve been going around and around and not getting anywhere.  Riding a horse that you can close your eyes and with a real good imagination believe it’s real for a moment. Ah, such bliss in that fake horse, for the short time that you make it real.  But, you open your eyes and there you are on a fake horse going nowhere.

Suddenly, you want off.  You have things to do, places to go, people to meet, a reality to deal with.  You just want off.  So, you dig in your heels and try to slow it down so you can get off with out smashing your face into the ground.  You ask the man who runs the throttle to please slow it down, so you can dismount.  But you’re dependent on his good nature, his time-table, you don’t know if the glint in his eye means he enjoys seeing people flying off the horses or if he has some compassion for those that need to leave.

I went to a gong bath Thursday night.  During an exceptional “white noise” tsunami, which is when the gong players play them so loud and hard that the sound and the vibrations absolutely don’t allow a thought, only emotions, I cried out, asking for resolution. I surrendered.  (It’s lovely when you cry out during a tsunami, no one hears you except God, or your inner self….).  I turned it over to the greater powers that be, to resolve how they saw fit, trusting that it would be in my best interest.

I was up all night (thus my poem, Sleepless).  Caused, as usual by expectations, attachment.  (OH Buddha, I can’t figure out how to not be attached. And not having expectations is hard….) I expected a certain outcome, which I thought was realistic, on Wednesday night.  Let’s just say, I was disappointed.  I was suddenly snapped back into the past, with old fears, old issues.

Thursday morning, I was on an emotional edge all day, it wouldn’t have taken much to push me into the abyss, a gentle push, maybe one little finger in the small of my back, as I peered over the edge and idly wondered what was at the bottom.  Of course, I remembered, later.  Grateful that I didn’t make the leap to find out what I already knew. It’s never good down there.

Back to surrender…..and the vibrational healing of the gongs.  I was subdued after the bath, I went home, I was in bed not long after.  I was exhausted, as if I’d been up for days, and carrying a heavy burden while I walked.  I lay down, sure I would pass out and of course, did not.  Until about 4 am.  I sobbed, I cried, i asked. I lay there numb. I got up and walked around, I sat by the window, I put on my meditation music over and over, changing the cd’s at 2 am.  I asked…please get me off this merry-go-round.  Trusting that it would be resolved to my highest good.  To everyone’s highest good.

So, come Friday, I had to go to work on 2 or 3 hours sleep.  Again, still, I had what I thought was a realistic expectation for Friday night.  But the offer I got, was a long way from the one I wanted.  My gut did a flip flop and screamed “NOOOOOO….” and so, I refused it.  Knowing that my gut is much more tied in to what’s better for my highest good than my mind, which toyed for a second or two with accepting far less than I wanted.  Because it would have given me a little pleasure to accept and then a lot of pain.

Listen to your gut, always listen to your gut.

Last night I discussed the offer….with the one who made it.  But I didn’t cry.  I didn’t even get mad or upset.  I’m not angry about it.  I’m disappointed but I am accepting the reality that it is what it is.  Reality.  And I guess this is the way the universe is working it out in my best interest.  So be it.  It seems that there is really no reason to accept less than I dream of, in this one life that I have.  (At least in this lifetime, I only have this one life….) It seems it is dishonest to my inner being to change myself to become what someone else needs.  (Which I know, I have done that before much more blatantly.)

Well, the story is not ended yet.  It isn’t quite over I guess.  I am willing to ride it out, to see where it goes.  But I’m not afraid and I think I have a more realistic expectation of the outcome.

But damn, I didn’t want to go to Florida alone.  Sigh……

Sleepless

Posted on May 8, 2015 by learning to live like water

Sleep evades me.

Only longing finds me.

I turn on the prism light

That he gave me.

The soft warm glow

Reminds me of the way I feel in his arms

Curled like spoons, his hands cupping my breast.

Feeling his man parts pressing against me.

His breath on my neck.

Longing. Painful longing.

I don’t know where I stand with him.

Fear rises in both of us.

Again, he is afraid he will love me.

I am afraid he will not.

Tears fall and splash on the page.

God, could I not have it easy for once in my life??

Could I not just love someone who could love me back fearlessly, fiercely?

I’m so tired.  Come sleep.

Put a blanket on my heart, cover my thoughts til the morning light.

Send me into the blissful emptiness of dreamless sleep.

I surrender. I cannot carry the burden of not knowing tonight.

Rescue me, sleep, from the endless nagging fear.

Be my friend.  Love me, sleep, close my eyes, quiet my mind.

Sleep, sweet sleep, like the one I long for, where are you?

Full Moon Glow

Full Moon

Casting a glow

It comes through my window

As I sleep

Simply waking me

Beckoning me to look.

I go to the window and sit by it.

The air is still.

Not a hint of a breeze.

The tall Pines stand erect

And cast long shadows across the grass.

I look up

And see the golden orb

Clear in the night sky

Like a permanent twilight

Everything has definition

But no color.

It is peaceful

surreal

I breathe it in

And exhale.

Sleep evades me,

But I am not sorry.

The moonlight bathes my senses

And calms my thoughts

Until once again

I can climb in my bed and find peace

Enough

To return to sleep