I stumbled upon the phrase, darkest before the dawn, today when I was reading a book. I'd forgotten the adage and it immediately struck me.
Right, I told myself. You know this inherent truth. Just keep going. Don't stop. You're almost there.
Then just as quickly as the moment of clarity came, bringing a small measure of hope, the sorrow and grief returned. So, I said a prayer, accepting that right now, I'm hurting. I asked for healing and hope and for the ability to see the joy in the things before me today.
Yesterday I decided to embrace my hurting side instead of sending it away, ignoring it, or being aggravated by it. I've continued to weed through my posts from the timeline of this blog and I'm overwhelmed by how much struggle and heartbreak my family has endured in five years. Then I say to myself, see? SEE? This is why. You buried the pain and now, to be free at last, you must push through it. It is darkest before the dawn.
Today, Sissy's psychiatrist said he believes she is emotionally 2 years old. He is prognosticating that her disorders are presenting as more autistic behavior than anything else. He believes she is not intentionally making the choices she makes, in an effort to manipulate and triangulate, rather that she truly isn't thinking it through and perhaps isn't capable of thinking it through. She is, as she is, as she will always will be. At age 14, we now know what Sissy as an adult will be like. An emotional 2 year old. He agrees, moving out of Georgia is a good plan because there is so little here. Actually, he said he was more concerned about ME than Sissy's progress. (Sissy's psychiatrist works on the same team as AB's so they compare family data.)
One more confirmation that my choice is a sound one, even though, at this point, I am still without a job and the house has yet to sell and therefore I don't know exactly where I will land or what that future will look like and it is very, very scary, lonely, overwhelming and quite frankly, nauseating when I stop to contemplate it.
So I burn incense and sage. I use aromatherapy lotion. I snuggle my teddy and journal with my purple pen. I read life affirming books and text my friends. I eat healthily and get regular exercise. I jump on the trampoline and play with the puppy.
And I cry.
I cry because my heart is broken.
I cry because life has been unfair.
I cry because humans can be so mean.
I cry because I hurt.
I cry because this isn't how I am.
I cry because I'm lonely.
I cry because I work so hard every day.
I cry because my head is full of noise and I can't quiet it.
I cry because my ears always ring.
I cry because I haven't loved myself.
I cry because I'm scared.
I cry because there is so much hurt around me and i have no reserves to give to others right now.
I cry because I'm not a selfish person but that's what I need right now, to be selfish.
I cry because change is hard.
I cry because I can't predict the future.
I cry because I don't trust.
I cry because my faith is so small.
I cry because it seems hope is shattered.
I cry because I need physical affection.
I cry because I'm overwhelmed.
I cry because what if...
Now, I will answer the hurting part of me with I hear you, brokenness. What do you need?
And it says - I need you to love yourself.
Love is patient. Be patient with yourself.
Love is kind. Be kind to yourself.
Love does not boast. Do not boast about yourself but DO be proud of what you have done.
Love does not dishonor others. Do not dishonor yourself.
Love is not easily angered. Stop being angry with yourself.
Love keeps no record of wrongs. Stop thinking about what you may or may not have done in err.
Love does not delight in evil. Don't let the bad things that happened consume you.
Love rejoices in truth. You are an amazing person. Own it.
Love protects. Protect yourself from potentially harmful situations and people.
Love hopes. Yes. you can do this. HOPE for yourself.
Love perseveres. You do this every day. Thank yourself for perseverance.
Love trusts. Learn to trust yourself. You don't make bad choices. You land on your feet. Trust.
So I will cry until my brokenness is erased by love and this time, I'm starting by loving myself. The dawn will come. It always does. I need only to wait. And while I wait, I will heal my broken parts.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Even the Strongest Cry
I have tried desperately to stop the tears and the grieving. I've made a concerted effort to employ all the therapeutic tools I have. I text friends and family when I'm in a moment of ennui and need a hug or a word to boost me out. I'm reading life affirming texts. I journal daily. I recite powerful quotes and verses that are positive and supportive. I refuse to claim despair and negativity. I stay present, embracing the beauty and love around me, in the moment.
I can't shake it. So I cry.
I'm so tired of this. I'm stuck. I want something different in life. I want something different for my children. I NEED it for my health and sanity. Sissy and AB need it for their health and wellness. I'm faltering, waning, I've lost my footing, I'm so lost. I hear all the friends calling to me that I can do this, I'm strong, I will make it, it will happen, I will find happy again and it will be better than I imagined. So few of them are here, in my present locale. So I cry.
Trouble is, every time I think I have hold of happy, hope, healing and help, it disappears just as quickly, and sometimes with painful, soul shattering jabs. So I cry.
I tell myself that my happiness needs to be on my shoulders alone, that I must believe and see happiness to achieve it. Walk in happiness in the here and now and it will be exactly what you are holding. These are undeniable truths and I fully admit them. Like right now, as I type this, my friend is playing beautiful songs on her piano. If I isolate the pain, I am fully enjoying her talent.
I tell myself that my happiness needs to be on my shoulders alone, that I must believe and see happiness to achieve it. Walk in happiness in the here and now and it will be exactly what you are holding. These are undeniable truths and I fully admit them. Like right now, as I type this, my friend is playing beautiful songs on her piano. If I isolate the pain, I am fully enjoying her talent.
That should be lovely, yes? But I'm here at her house this weekend because my ex is in MY house for a weekend visit with the children. One more completely unfair and immutable injustice in my life. He doesn't have a dwelling place where the children can visit him overnight so he has to be in my house and I have to leave. MY house. MY home. MY things. MY life. Every other month. And on the other months? Well... he is supposed to take them to his mother's but he moved to a rented room in town so now those visits are just extended day visits. (He also visits them i my home on weekdays) So I cry.
I could say - hey, every two months I get 48 hours kid free and if I move that won't happen anymore. But...I'm so consumed with grief and anxiety that I can't wrap my head around the positive. So I cry.
I want to dream of happiness but I can't. Every time I try, I cry. Because it never happens, my dreams. They pretend to be mine and then *poof* gone.
My email inbox is full of newsfeeds from the various job sites I've joined. I need to spend quality time applying for the new jobs that I qualify for. When I get home this afternoon I will begin packing like a mad woman because I've decided to list with a realtor instead of selling on my own. The school year here is nearly over. I have no employment for the summer. I don't have enough money to carry me through the summer if I don't sell the house at the very least because I've spent so much making improvements on it to make it marketable (just this past week I had to put in a new hot water heater).
OMG!
I'm so freaking out.
And I'm so alone
And scared
And panicked that this is going to blow up
and I want to punch myself for not just being happy because so many have so much less
but
I NEED THIS TO CHANGE!!!!!!!!
I can't go on like this anymore.
I just.... can't.
so i cry.
18 years ago, we had a similar planetary alignment as we have now. We had a lunar eclipse two weeks ago and we have a solar eclipse tomorrow. 18 years ago I graduated from college in May, got married in June and moved to Georgia in August. 18 years later, the only thing I'm hanging onto from that huge life transition is my degree. I have gained three children and a ton of life experience. The timing isn't coincidental, I'm certain. It's time for a change. I'm certain. It WILL change. I'm certain. Still...
I cry.
Even the Strongest
copyright laws apply - work is original of blog author
Ticking clock, tell the hour
Time is up for me.
Sun, rise, shine your power;
Day that I be free.
Birds, sing, in leafy trees
Scurry, ants! Work fast.
Wind, blow your strongest breeze,
Move my life at last.
Strong, says Earth, to my soul,
Burdens are no match.
Love, Life says, you are whole,
Let your healing hatch.
Elements, I am weak,
Happy day runs far.
Joy and Hope do not speak
Fear and Sorrow spar.
Tears, a well, salty pain,
Flow, rapid river.
When I look back again
The heart, it shivers.
Even the strongest cry
It is not weakness.
No need for reason why,
Most do cry for less.
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I have asked Source, "why? Why did you bring my life happiness and trick me like that ? Let me see happy to be beaten down with that much more pain?
Then I say to myself ' Why have you not loved yourself enough to see the faults and the illnesses before it is too late? Why do you want to fix everyone and never yourself? Why do you give so much away?"
And Source says, "exactly. That is why. So, you are strong. I showed you what to fix. Now fix it."
I am not the poor victim of a thief, I am an adventurer in search of treasure.
~Paulo Coelho, "The Alchmemist"
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Timelines
Last weekend the kids and I went to PA to visit for the weekend. I wanted to see their reaction to the friends and family I reconnected with in the beginning of March. The journey home was reflection time for me and I decided to use the following two days as a time for silence and rest, using the blood moon lunar eclipse as my launching pad.On that evening, I vowed to be "married" to myself - honoring, respecting and loving myself - because I had come to the realization that I have never loved myself enough to see my own worth and as result, have compromised far too much in the interests of others. Noticing that I had been grinding hard for six weeks to jettison us to a different place in life, I decided to rest on the laurels of the positive energy I had already spent, trusting that the ripples I had already created would not be for naught.
The two days became six. On Friday, not coincidentally, I declared it as the day I went "dark", removing my light and energy from all, capitalizing on the Good Friday advent, accepting that my old life must die. I am in self-preservation and will stay in this state until I feel I am safe to give to others again. Today, Easter, I confess I did anticipate to have a resurrection experience if you will, a sort of epiphany or clearing of the dust and an answer or two. I wasn't surprised when none came. So I wait. And reflect. Here is where my thoughts traveled to today:
TIMELINE
February 2009, a day or two before valentine's day, my ex confided that he had not been paying a credit card bill for six months. The van loan was with the same creditor. Without an immediate payment of $1280 and a remittance agreement for the remainder of the debt, my van would be repossessed. Thankfully, my parents were able to assist so I could keep my vehicle.
March 2009, I went to the senior pastor of my church in confidence to discuss how to proceed in my marriage after such a devastating financial betrayal. He recommended I make an exit plan to the marriage and directed me toward the pastoral counselor.
March 2009 - I began individual counseling in secret out of fear that my ex would be angry that I was getting self-help
May 2009 I confided to my ex that I was in counseling and that I was taking a trip to Seattle in July to see my sister
July 2009 - I went to Seattle. It was a three day trip. I spent much time in reflection, talking to my sister and her friends. We spent an evening on the beach - I remember thinking about how amazing life could be somewhere else and how difficult my life was back home. The morning of my flight home, I walked around Green Lake and wept the entire walk. The flight home was no different. I knew then I would have a long, hard road ahead of me toward recovery and happiness.
November 2009 - i began this blog and Sissy went to RTC for the first time
March 2010 - Sissy discharged and two or three days later WG was bit by a dog, requiring 27 stitches
Until March 2011 - sissy had several short term hospitalizations and many ER trips for suicidal ideation. I stayed in therapy. June 2011 AB almost ended up in short term care but we began an antipsychotic immediately and circumvented it
March 2011 - Sissy returned to RTC
April 2011 - I had a nervous breakdown with a string of panic attacks in a short time frame. Began medication and stayed in therapy. My ex began attending therapy with me.
June 2011 - Sissy discharged
Aug 2011 - Sissy returned to RTC
Oct 2011 - things escalated out of control in my marriage
Dec 2011 - I left my ex, Sissy discharged, two days later WG was bit by a second dog requiring another 18 stitches
Jan 2012 - I filed for a protective order and took possession of the marital home
Feb 2012 - TPO hearing, judge appointed a GAL and I filed for divorce
Mar 2013 - Divorce finalized
May 2013 - redid my bedroom and master bathroom
Aug 2013 - Therapy was concluded
Nov 2013 - Sissy had crisis stabilization - i began to realize that staying in GA, doing this by myself was too much, too hard, too overwhelming and I needed to change it. The crying began.
Mar 2014 - Journey to home state, PA to see what I could see, came home, fixed up house and put it on market and started job hunt
Apr 2014 - I still cry. Every day. I want so much which by comparison is so little.
It has been a very long five years. I am unequivocally NOT the same person I was then. The children are indelibly changed for the better. I am making strides daily to improve our station in life but it feels slow. I am always told that I am amazing, incredible, an inspiration, i should write this story, I have so much to give, people could never do what I do, they don't know HOW i do what I do, they can handle WG but Sissy and AB, not so much, they are praying for me, they cheer me on and tell me to hang in there and I can do this and GO GO GO.
But i don't want that.
In fact, it sounds like clanging cymbals in my ear.
noise noise noise noise
I have been crying out at the top of my lungs to any and all that will hear me - I'm done. Burning fumes. I need help. This is too much for me. I'm alone, I'm scared, I'm financially strapped, I have no benefits, I'm not getting younger, the children's needs aren't any easier and it's me. all.day.long.
From Sunday night last week until Tuesday night I had spent 48 hours without adult contact - talking to a psychiatrist and waving at the school secretary doesn't count. 48 hours!!!
I called my neighbor in tears and begged her to come over and hug me.
If it wasn't for texting my friends, I wouldn't talk to ANYONE that wasn't a child that needed me.
I have no social life. I don't get out. I go to bed alone, i wake up alone and it's me with the kids without ceasing. I have to be on my A game all the time with Sissy. AB ... he's not difficult but he is socially awkward and angry if you don't listen when he wants to speak and tell you everything he has to say. WG is stressed, angry and feeling uncared for. Me too. All of everything to keep this household and family running is on my shoulders without end.
I want so much for life to be different, better, hopeful, healed, whole, happy, fulfiling, vivacious. It feels so far away. Akin to the journey to Mount Everest. Reaching the summit can not be done without first camping on the side of the mountain, just one day's hike from the pinnacle, for a month. It takes that long for the lungs to acclimate to the low oxygen levels. If you journey without waiting, you will die.
Metaphorically, I am at that campsite on the side of the mountain, the summit in my sights, knowing I could reach it in one day's hike but also knowing if I force it, it will kill me. So here I sit, resting. Waiting. Chomping at the bit. Trying to enjoy the present. Itching to know what else I can do in the interim. Is moving the best choice for the kids and I? Today, my answer is a shoulder shrug and more tears. I know that in five years, I have traveled long and hard and it is time for the tide to turn in my favor.
My Easter Meditation/Prayer
"What if the highest expression of the personal Divine is you, precisely as you are in this very moment, in all your full authentic and wounded glory?" ~Tosha Silver
i will not fix anyone but me and what is needed for the kids. I need to see a miraculous turn of tide on my behalf. Today selfishness is OK.
I can not sell a house - without God
I can not move to a new life - without God
I can not find a job - without God
I can not get hope - without God
I can not trust - without God
I can not find healing - without God
I can not find peace - without God
I can not get resources for my kids - without God
I can not love unconditionally - without God
I can not wake daily - without God
I can not endure aloneness - without God
I can not persevere - without God
I can not find light bringers - without God
I can not restore my life - without God
I can not find a life partner - without God
I can not create goals - without God
I can not manifest dreams - without God
Almighty, I am empty of me. I have nothing left. In my weakness be strong. Do what is best - supply my needs, meet the wants that are good and pure, set my feet on the path you have for me, direct me to the best for the children. Help me be my best only for those I am intended to provide for. Cross my path with the people I am divined to meet. Restore in all ways, all that has been taken by the greed, anger, pain and anguish of mankind. Help me discern when I am making myself vulnerable again. I've made my plans, now direct my steps toward healing, hope, light and love. I accept that I do not know my best. I will myself to trust that you do. Be swift and may your decisions be clear for all so there is no one to give praise or thanks to but you. Then, should this story be light and hope for others, give me the ability to share it.
I Submit.
The two days became six. On Friday, not coincidentally, I declared it as the day I went "dark", removing my light and energy from all, capitalizing on the Good Friday advent, accepting that my old life must die. I am in self-preservation and will stay in this state until I feel I am safe to give to others again. Today, Easter, I confess I did anticipate to have a resurrection experience if you will, a sort of epiphany or clearing of the dust and an answer or two. I wasn't surprised when none came. So I wait. And reflect. Here is where my thoughts traveled to today:
TIMELINE
February 2009, a day or two before valentine's day, my ex confided that he had not been paying a credit card bill for six months. The van loan was with the same creditor. Without an immediate payment of $1280 and a remittance agreement for the remainder of the debt, my van would be repossessed. Thankfully, my parents were able to assist so I could keep my vehicle.
March 2009, I went to the senior pastor of my church in confidence to discuss how to proceed in my marriage after such a devastating financial betrayal. He recommended I make an exit plan to the marriage and directed me toward the pastoral counselor.
March 2009 - I began individual counseling in secret out of fear that my ex would be angry that I was getting self-help
May 2009 I confided to my ex that I was in counseling and that I was taking a trip to Seattle in July to see my sister
July 2009 - I went to Seattle. It was a three day trip. I spent much time in reflection, talking to my sister and her friends. We spent an evening on the beach - I remember thinking about how amazing life could be somewhere else and how difficult my life was back home. The morning of my flight home, I walked around Green Lake and wept the entire walk. The flight home was no different. I knew then I would have a long, hard road ahead of me toward recovery and happiness.
November 2009 - i began this blog and Sissy went to RTC for the first time
March 2010 - Sissy discharged and two or three days later WG was bit by a dog, requiring 27 stitches
Until March 2011 - sissy had several short term hospitalizations and many ER trips for suicidal ideation. I stayed in therapy. June 2011 AB almost ended up in short term care but we began an antipsychotic immediately and circumvented it
March 2011 - Sissy returned to RTC
April 2011 - I had a nervous breakdown with a string of panic attacks in a short time frame. Began medication and stayed in therapy. My ex began attending therapy with me.
June 2011 - Sissy discharged
Aug 2011 - Sissy returned to RTC
Oct 2011 - things escalated out of control in my marriage
Dec 2011 - I left my ex, Sissy discharged, two days later WG was bit by a second dog requiring another 18 stitches
Jan 2012 - I filed for a protective order and took possession of the marital home
Feb 2012 - TPO hearing, judge appointed a GAL and I filed for divorce
Mar 2013 - Divorce finalized
May 2013 - redid my bedroom and master bathroom
Aug 2013 - Therapy was concluded
Nov 2013 - Sissy had crisis stabilization - i began to realize that staying in GA, doing this by myself was too much, too hard, too overwhelming and I needed to change it. The crying began.
Mar 2014 - Journey to home state, PA to see what I could see, came home, fixed up house and put it on market and started job hunt
Apr 2014 - I still cry. Every day. I want so much which by comparison is so little.
It has been a very long five years. I am unequivocally NOT the same person I was then. The children are indelibly changed for the better. I am making strides daily to improve our station in life but it feels slow. I am always told that I am amazing, incredible, an inspiration, i should write this story, I have so much to give, people could never do what I do, they don't know HOW i do what I do, they can handle WG but Sissy and AB, not so much, they are praying for me, they cheer me on and tell me to hang in there and I can do this and GO GO GO.
But i don't want that.
In fact, it sounds like clanging cymbals in my ear.
noise noise noise noise
I have been crying out at the top of my lungs to any and all that will hear me - I'm done. Burning fumes. I need help. This is too much for me. I'm alone, I'm scared, I'm financially strapped, I have no benefits, I'm not getting younger, the children's needs aren't any easier and it's me. all.day.long.
From Sunday night last week until Tuesday night I had spent 48 hours without adult contact - talking to a psychiatrist and waving at the school secretary doesn't count. 48 hours!!!
I called my neighbor in tears and begged her to come over and hug me.
If it wasn't for texting my friends, I wouldn't talk to ANYONE that wasn't a child that needed me.
I have no social life. I don't get out. I go to bed alone, i wake up alone and it's me with the kids without ceasing. I have to be on my A game all the time with Sissy. AB ... he's not difficult but he is socially awkward and angry if you don't listen when he wants to speak and tell you everything he has to say. WG is stressed, angry and feeling uncared for. Me too. All of everything to keep this household and family running is on my shoulders without end.
I want so much for life to be different, better, hopeful, healed, whole, happy, fulfiling, vivacious. It feels so far away. Akin to the journey to Mount Everest. Reaching the summit can not be done without first camping on the side of the mountain, just one day's hike from the pinnacle, for a month. It takes that long for the lungs to acclimate to the low oxygen levels. If you journey without waiting, you will die.
Metaphorically, I am at that campsite on the side of the mountain, the summit in my sights, knowing I could reach it in one day's hike but also knowing if I force it, it will kill me. So here I sit, resting. Waiting. Chomping at the bit. Trying to enjoy the present. Itching to know what else I can do in the interim. Is moving the best choice for the kids and I? Today, my answer is a shoulder shrug and more tears. I know that in five years, I have traveled long and hard and it is time for the tide to turn in my favor.
My Easter Meditation/Prayer
"What if the highest expression of the personal Divine is you, precisely as you are in this very moment, in all your full authentic and wounded glory?" ~Tosha Silver
i will not fix anyone but me and what is needed for the kids. I need to see a miraculous turn of tide on my behalf. Today selfishness is OK.
I can not sell a house - without God
I can not move to a new life - without God
I can not find a job - without God
I can not get hope - without God
I can not trust - without God
I can not find healing - without God
I can not find peace - without God
I can not get resources for my kids - without God
I can not love unconditionally - without God
I can not wake daily - without God
I can not endure aloneness - without God
I can not persevere - without God
I can not find light bringers - without God
I can not restore my life - without God
I can not find a life partner - without God
I can not create goals - without God
I can not manifest dreams - without God
Almighty, I am empty of me. I have nothing left. In my weakness be strong. Do what is best - supply my needs, meet the wants that are good and pure, set my feet on the path you have for me, direct me to the best for the children. Help me be my best only for those I am intended to provide for. Cross my path with the people I am divined to meet. Restore in all ways, all that has been taken by the greed, anger, pain and anguish of mankind. Help me discern when I am making myself vulnerable again. I've made my plans, now direct my steps toward healing, hope, light and love. I accept that I do not know my best. I will myself to trust that you do. Be swift and may your decisions be clear for all so there is no one to give praise or thanks to but you. Then, should this story be light and hope for others, give me the ability to share it.
I Submit.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Transformation
In physical science, we wrapped up the unit on energy. It can not be created or destroyed, it can only be transformed. Do you know, that unit had some serious metaphorical overlaps for me!
I have spent much time in quiet reflection. I have read and reread my posts here and in my private journal. I recognize that for those readers that don't know me IRL, my journey since August reads as though I am bipolar, swinging from a very happy, blissful person to a suddenly sullen, sorrowful soul. Please trust me when I tell you, that isn't the case. I will sum it up as grief. Nevertheless, I have sorted, processed, thought and ultimately transformed my energy. I have come to the conclusion, whether I liked it or not, it has been for the best that I did not move last summer as I originally planned. For me, being here in this house and in Georgia one more year, was what I needed.
I have learned that I am a bold, amazing woman that is capable of incredible things. I have gained incredible confidence in myself. I have learned what I need and what I want and even enjoyed the astounding thought that the two might finally overlap. I have a clearer understanding of what is required for the children and I and how to get those needs met. I trust. I have faith, hope, healing, light and love. I have shaken off my fear and buried my demons. I have learned who I am, the REAL Jennie, the person I was before an abusive marriage, the person I was meant to be. And I like her!
And best of all, I have done it by myself.
Now. Have I LIKED doing it by myself? Uh.....no.
Has it made me angry that I've been by myself? Ayup.
Have I wanted to hurt things and people and the universe because of it? Mmmhmmm
But I did it anyway. I even kinda smile and laugh a little bit now.
Yeah. I still cry every day. Some times deep, shaking sobs. If you get a text from me around 7 pm, just know it's because I'm blowing up again. yep yep. Sun goes down, I fall apart. The loneliness. It's killing me. I am believing with insane, blind faith that what I want and what I need will overlap and I will finally be on the path I was intended for in life. As water takes the easiest path when pulled by gravity and across landscapes, I am believing my life will do the same. I'm believing like a mad woman that what I know to be true in my heart will be true in reality. I am in want of only time and the transformation of my energy.
The house is just about as good as I'm going to get it. I did a few more "honey do" list chores this weekend to finish the piddly repairs. There are big things this house needs but it is live-able. An investor's dream because flipping it should be easy. Or made ready for rent. Now to get someone to agree with me and make an offer...
Finding a job? Pbft. I got an email for a phone interview but it's in an area four hours north of where I want to be and in a different state. I was on a job board for another locale because a few months ago I thought my life was headed on a different path and I forgot to pull my resume down off that site. After texting some friends, I'm going to do the interview anyway. I promised myself I would knock on every door to see what would open to me.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
This Path, This New Moon
Somehow I let three weeks sneak by me without posting. I have been busy.
My house is now on the market, for sale by owner. There has been lots of interest but no offers yet. I have done an insane amount of work to the home to make it more attractive to a potential buyer including removing 20 year old azaleas and putting in a new flower bed in their place.
I've updated my resume and applied for jobs. I've had two interviews already. Neither job is going to be the right fit but I have gleaned a lot of information from both interviews and now have a better idea of how to set my course for future submissions. (that's my job tomorrow morning after coffee time)
We got a new black lab puppy and I'm so glad. I agree, getting a new puppy when I'm planning a move is probably not the smartest choice but as little Hydrocarbon was quite literally, placed in my hands, i considered her as a gift and what was meant to be for our family. We have missed Gracie very much the past three months.
I am enjoying fourth saturday fire night. I have been doing this for quite a while but gave it an official name in January. Everyone is welcome but sometimes it is just a handful of folks. It doesn't matter. Fire time is for whomever needs it. I am having so much fun with the fire poi, getting more and more proficient. Last night I wanted to practice to a few songs that felt very "poi-ish" to me. Dulaman by Emerald Women is one such song. I was able to do a jig while spinning the poi to the song when it began to rain. The sun was still shining so there was a double rainbow in the sky that appeared while I danced and spun the poi. Very moving and quite the new moon tribute if you ask me. I'll take the promise, whatever it might be, thank you very much.
I returned to singing and playing the piano after many, many years. I had sworn I would never do it again but two of my students hoodwinked me into playing for them for the talent show and one thing led to another so I ended up doing the intermission music as well. It was nice to reincorporate that to my life. I didn't realize how much I had missed it.
I am swiftly and happily reforging friendships with the wonderful friends and family I saw on my trip. Everyone is so positive and is bolstering my faith and confidence in my plans to shake it up quite a bit and get the kids and I on a much better path in life.
Today I took my friend's German Exchange student on our annual spring beach trip. We do this the last weekend in March or the first weekend in April every year. I like to be there when the wind is still blustering, the water is chilly and the crowds are small. We met up with the kids' birthmother, her husband and their two younger sisters. It was another wonderful afternoon. I'm a bit sunburned but I'll survive.
In all of this doing and rushing about, my mind is still tracing over old haunts, hurts and hopes. As I walked the beach today I made certain to quiet my mind and focus on rest so I could be ready for the next two weeks of insanity. I am hoping beyond hope to have a job offer and a buyer by the end of the month of April. Sooner would be nice. I've decided to buy some boxes and in faith, begin packing the nonessential things. It will also declutter the house and make it more visually appealing when I show it to buyers.
There is much I want in this life. This journey is so hard, long, and lonely. It was never meant for just one soul to carry it all but I do. I know that taking this path and being successful will be the confidence boost I need. My friend told me Joshua 1:9 is the verse for me. I'm claiming it even though I have to be honest and say religion and me are still at odds.
I cry every day. Truth. I'm taking evening primrose and holy basil to help with my mood. It is working better than the prozac I took for years. Through my tears, I will keep marching. I have already made plans in July to attend another friend's special event and even SING. I knew if I made the plans it would bolster my hope and resolve that desires will come to pass. Sometimes you just need to step out on that ledge and see what you see. Right now, I feel like I'm standing on a glass bridge over the grand canyon.
Shameless plugs - and PLEASE forward them!
house for sale
house for sale
My house is now on the market, for sale by owner. There has been lots of interest but no offers yet. I have done an insane amount of work to the home to make it more attractive to a potential buyer including removing 20 year old azaleas and putting in a new flower bed in their place.
I've updated my resume and applied for jobs. I've had two interviews already. Neither job is going to be the right fit but I have gleaned a lot of information from both interviews and now have a better idea of how to set my course for future submissions. (that's my job tomorrow morning after coffee time)
We got a new black lab puppy and I'm so glad. I agree, getting a new puppy when I'm planning a move is probably not the smartest choice but as little Hydrocarbon was quite literally, placed in my hands, i considered her as a gift and what was meant to be for our family. We have missed Gracie very much the past three months.
I am enjoying fourth saturday fire night. I have been doing this for quite a while but gave it an official name in January. Everyone is welcome but sometimes it is just a handful of folks. It doesn't matter. Fire time is for whomever needs it. I am having so much fun with the fire poi, getting more and more proficient. Last night I wanted to practice to a few songs that felt very "poi-ish" to me. Dulaman by Emerald Women is one such song. I was able to do a jig while spinning the poi to the song when it began to rain. The sun was still shining so there was a double rainbow in the sky that appeared while I danced and spun the poi. Very moving and quite the new moon tribute if you ask me. I'll take the promise, whatever it might be, thank you very much.
I returned to singing and playing the piano after many, many years. I had sworn I would never do it again but two of my students hoodwinked me into playing for them for the talent show and one thing led to another so I ended up doing the intermission music as well. It was nice to reincorporate that to my life. I didn't realize how much I had missed it.
I am swiftly and happily reforging friendships with the wonderful friends and family I saw on my trip. Everyone is so positive and is bolstering my faith and confidence in my plans to shake it up quite a bit and get the kids and I on a much better path in life.
Today I took my friend's German Exchange student on our annual spring beach trip. We do this the last weekend in March or the first weekend in April every year. I like to be there when the wind is still blustering, the water is chilly and the crowds are small. We met up with the kids' birthmother, her husband and their two younger sisters. It was another wonderful afternoon. I'm a bit sunburned but I'll survive.
In all of this doing and rushing about, my mind is still tracing over old haunts, hurts and hopes. As I walked the beach today I made certain to quiet my mind and focus on rest so I could be ready for the next two weeks of insanity. I am hoping beyond hope to have a job offer and a buyer by the end of the month of April. Sooner would be nice. I've decided to buy some boxes and in faith, begin packing the nonessential things. It will also declutter the house and make it more visually appealing when I show it to buyers.
There is much I want in this life. This journey is so hard, long, and lonely. It was never meant for just one soul to carry it all but I do. I know that taking this path and being successful will be the confidence boost I need. My friend told me Joshua 1:9 is the verse for me. I'm claiming it even though I have to be honest and say religion and me are still at odds.
So scared. So worried. So lonely.
all.the.time.
I cry every day. Truth. I'm taking evening primrose and holy basil to help with my mood. It is working better than the prozac I took for years. Through my tears, I will keep marching. I have already made plans in July to attend another friend's special event and even SING. I knew if I made the plans it would bolster my hope and resolve that desires will come to pass. Sometimes you just need to step out on that ledge and see what you see. Right now, I feel like I'm standing on a glass bridge over the grand canyon.
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| skywalk over grandcanyon - stock google image |
There is light, love and hope all around me. I am not forgotten. These things I know but whether I like it or not, this path is mine to walk alone.
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| Petty Dodds - my avy for the RPG I play. artwork is original |
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house for sale
house for sale
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Chipping Away
I have been slowly chipping away at my rotund self. Since August I've lost 40 pounds. Here's proof.
It's been fun watching myself melt. I've dropped two pants sizes and one shirt size. I can't wear the clothes in the top two pictures anymore, they've gotten too big. And the pants I'm wearing in today's photo were too small in October and now they are almost too big. My goal is to get into a size 16. If I can get down to a size 14 I will be over the moon giddy.
My trip to PA was so nice. I caught up with my friends and family. I laughed until my sides hurt and cried until my head hurt. I have so much love and light, every where I go and then I realized that I am love and light every where I go. What I've discovered is that there has always been an undercurrent of love and support, friendship and kindness in my life, throughout all of my trials. An underpinning of hope and guidance that has buoyed me against the storms, the raging seas, the stiff current, the tides that swell and even the tsunamis. As I have traversed the murky waters of my life, there has always been a rock at the bottom of the creek bed that I can stand upon to get my head above water long enough to catch my breath.
I cried nearly the whole trip home. I don't want to be here. I don't want my children to be here. I want hope and healing for my family. I want my happily ever after: I want to finally be free from the hurt and the pain. I want to live a life where I'm not struggling against the current every day, fighting for what is right. I want to be loved with reckless abandon in the same way that I love.
I have forbidden myself to dream because it hurts so much when my dreams and hopes are dashed time and again. No more. I will dream for ME. I will dream that at the end of this journey, my children will have the resources they need, that I will have employment that sustains me, that I will be in the home of my heart, that a partner that knows my worth will come running to me and declare me as the most amazing woman he has ever met, embracing both me and my children with all of our messiness. I will dream that I won't be alone, carrying this burden by myself for the rest of my days. I will dream that justice will finally swing in my favor and I will be free. I will dream that there will be more love and light, hope, happiness and healing down my life path than I could ever imagine. I will dream of my happy ending because they can't take that from me. Nope nope. My dreams are mine.
October 2013
November 2013
this morning
It's been fun watching myself melt. I've dropped two pants sizes and one shirt size. I can't wear the clothes in the top two pictures anymore, they've gotten too big. And the pants I'm wearing in today's photo were too small in October and now they are almost too big. My goal is to get into a size 16. If I can get down to a size 14 I will be over the moon giddy.
My trip to PA was so nice. I caught up with my friends and family. I laughed until my sides hurt and cried until my head hurt. I have so much love and light, every where I go and then I realized that I am love and light every where I go. What I've discovered is that there has always been an undercurrent of love and support, friendship and kindness in my life, throughout all of my trials. An underpinning of hope and guidance that has buoyed me against the storms, the raging seas, the stiff current, the tides that swell and even the tsunamis. As I have traversed the murky waters of my life, there has always been a rock at the bottom of the creek bed that I can stand upon to get my head above water long enough to catch my breath.
I cried nearly the whole trip home. I don't want to be here. I don't want my children to be here. I want hope and healing for my family. I want my happily ever after: I want to finally be free from the hurt and the pain. I want to live a life where I'm not struggling against the current every day, fighting for what is right. I want to be loved with reckless abandon in the same way that I love.
I have forbidden myself to dream because it hurts so much when my dreams and hopes are dashed time and again. No more. I will dream for ME. I will dream that at the end of this journey, my children will have the resources they need, that I will have employment that sustains me, that I will be in the home of my heart, that a partner that knows my worth will come running to me and declare me as the most amazing woman he has ever met, embracing both me and my children with all of our messiness. I will dream that I won't be alone, carrying this burden by myself for the rest of my days. I will dream that justice will finally swing in my favor and I will be free. I will dream that there will be more love and light, hope, happiness and healing down my life path than I could ever imagine. I will dream of my happy ending because they can't take that from me. Nope nope. My dreams are mine.
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We walked side by side toward the rolling hills that ascended into higher and higher rocky crags until the skyline was nearly hidden, the peaks touching the clouds. We shared no words, our stride matching step for step. A scream of pain escaped the hillside as though it came from every where. Without speaking, we raced to the origin to help.
Higher and higher we ran until there before us we saw a battle among the broken and downtrodden and the rich landlords denying all of food, shelter and happiness. Not wanting to be killed ourselves, we ducked under a rocky outcropping and watched the scene unfold. Blood shed, screams of terror and weeping of anguish filled the scene until we could bear it no longer. Still not saying a word to one another, as though we were of one mind, we dodged arrows and swords until we were safely on the camp of the defending, and swiftly losing, side. Without hesitation or fear of impertinence, we walked directly toward the commander and addressed him.
"What needs to be done to save your people?" inquired my partner.
"We want only shelter and food. They deny us everything." said the commander.
"What is their reasoning?" I questioned.
"They seek to destroy us. That is all." He replied dejectedly with a shrug.
With a turn of the head simultaneously, my partner and I caught sight of a buck dashing through the middle of the battle field. He drew his bow and arrow, I reached for my sword and we were running in different directions to guide the buck toward the same rocky outcropping we had come from, knowing the buck would lose footing and stumble long enough to be seized. As we darted through the chaos of the battle around us, slowly both sides stopped their fighting to watch us work in tandem to capture the buck. Just as the animal came to the rocks, it lost its footing, stumbled and fell. My partner launched an arrow straight for his neck and I descended from the other direction to finish it off with one fell of my sword.
Holding up the head of the buck by the antlers, he shouted to the hills, all now standing still in wonder, "This is for the people of this land! Let them be free or we shall be upon your head as we have done to this creature!" Then I took my sword and splayed it open, entrails spilling onto the grass as the people of the land whooped and hollered in victory.
As swiftly as we arrived, my partner and I left, returning to our outpost. He left my side to speak with a lieutenant from another brigade. He was certain she would give him the answers to his questions. Though he knew and felt our abilities were strong as a team, he needed to be sure there wasn't a better outpost for his skills. His questioning pained me but I said nothing. I knew he had to see for himself. I returned to squadron which was half way through morning drills.
The sound of singing as they marched filled my ears with gladness and hope. I could not make my partner see what I saw and the truth was that we were on assignment only, to see if we were a strong team. It had yet to be decided if our match would be officially recorded by the Commander. I had to report my findings on our mission. Walking directly to my Sergeant, she held a hand to me, signalling that I wait to address her until drills were over. I stood beside the column of the balcony we stood on, watching the drills below and allowing the cadence singing of the troops wash over me.
Their song was of colors, each person to his or her place in the spectrum. All wore black, head to toe with the exception of one scarf around the neck or as an armband. As drills finished, my squadron marched up the steps of the balcony, still singing the song of their colors as they marched past me toward the barracks. When the song was done I looked at my Sergeant to report the details of my assignment with my partner. She did not let me speak. She handed me only a white scarf. I received it with trepidation knowing the contents would seal the fate of who my partner would be and what my new role within the brigade would be. I opened the cloth to read my assignment.
You are a Mohammed to his blue eyes
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I woke up from a dead sleep with a start. The words echoing in my ears. I'm not sure what this dream means but I thought it was powerful enough to record.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Permissions
Last January I bought a purple composition notebook (my favorite color) so I could write in it all of the miscellaneous things that I needed to know and do to make a plan for relocating. I have it with me now, on my journey through Pennsylvania and I thought I would share with you my
Permission Slip for Self
1. I give myself permission to make life choices that will make me happy
2. i give myself permission to think of my needs first
3. i give myself permission to disappoint others when they don't like my decisions.
4. I give myself permission to love myself
5. I give myself permission to receive love from others.
6. I give myself permission to ask for help\
7. I give myself permission to accept help from others when they expect no return
8. i give myself permission to eliminate chaos in my life by all legal means necessary
9. i give myself permission to accept that happiness is not earned, it is accepted and taken
10. I give myself permission to confess that I am an amazing woman
11. I give myself permission to confess that I am an amazing mother
12. i give myself permission to respect myself
13. i give myself permission to not validate my choices
14. I give myself permission to be in charge of my future and my present
15. I give myself permission to enjoy the present without trying to write the end of my story
16. I give myself permission to grieve my past provided I do not hurt myself or others and that I do not hinder my present
17. I give myself permission to feel the loss of the last 39 years for as long as necessary
18. I give myself permission to accept that because of my rocky foundation in life, I will always have weaknesses, loss and anxiety
19. I give myself permission to overcome my weaknesses, losses and anxieties
20. i give myself permission to share my life story unabashedly
Yes I can, I am not alone, I am worth the effort, I am enough.
I still struggle with most of these. It is a daily effort to remind myself that all of these are fair, valid and permissible. I still have to accept it. Daily. DAILY!
How about you? What permissions do YOU need to give yourself on your own journey?
Talking to many friends both at home and here on my trip. So much wisdom and insight and love and acceptance. I am a blessed woman and I am learning that I am a blessing and a light for many in like kind. As Cinch said, I'm awesome. I can make friends every where I go.
But where, exactly, do I go? These are the new permissions I need for today and my future:
21. I give myself permission to make this journey in steps, to accept that there may not be one final resting place but rather some small jumps and hops toward my future.
22. I give permission to accept that I can not control others: not their choices, actions or words.
23. I give myself permission to find the people whose spirits are like mine; to want to be near them and live my life with them
24. I give myself permission to hope and dream and pray and wish.
25. I give myself permission to make mistakes because they aren't intentional but rather causative as a result of being brave.
26. I give myself permission to fail.
27. I give myself permission to get up, dust of my butt and try again.
28. I give myself permission keep knocking on doors until I know what is the right path for me and the children
29. I give myself permission to consider ALL options no matter how odd.
30. I give myself permission to trust myself.
SOURCE
poetry is original work of blog author. All copyright laws apply.
The fire quietly breathes.
Flames flicker light on her face
Like dancing shadows of remembrances.
Staring into the heat of the pit
She ponders the mysteries.
Heat, source and air are all that is needed
To make the dragon come to life.
Three simple elements unite
To form the burning beast.
Oh how it burns!
One by one the elements wane
Until only air remains,
Whispering gently to the glowing coals.
Only Source is needed
To rekindle the sleeping dragon.
Be the Source.
Watch the fire grow once more.
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