Monday, October 15, 2018
Again
Some People Lose You
Friday, June 17, 2016
In a Name
There are few things more beautiful than the sound of your own name uttered by someone who loves you. The sibling who yells it excitedly when they spot you at the airport. The lover who whispers it in your ear as you slow dance. The friend who sighs it as they comfort you. The niece/nephew who proclaims it proudly when introducing you to their friend.
It is in their utterance of your name that you hear exactly what you mean to them. And in that moment, you are never more glad to be you.
Friday, August 14, 2015
I will not be comfortable
They believe I am too much for them.
They make me feel I am too little for them.
The truth is somewhere in the middle, but it eludes them because they're too busy at either end, building walls, creating fictional tapestries, shutting the doors and windows for fear of letting air in, wrapping themselves in cocoons they refuse to emerge from and will eventually suffocate within.
And I'm left outside, wondering where the open doors of yesterday went, bruised from the offense of false accusations, cut from the defense mechanisms that I tried to navigate through because my heart went further than the rest of me could.
That's ok. I have the freedom to turn away, say a gentle goodbye that will go unheard through the walls, tapestries and cocoons, and explore the wide world, away from knocking on doors, scaling walls, tapping on cocoons, begging to be let in.
Here is the truth: I am damaged too. And in knowing I am damaged, I choose to keep my heart as open as possible, and the resulting vulnerability attracts those who are unable to open their own hearts but want to step through the looking glass. It's not their fault they were seeking their opposite and found they were unable to live with it. It's not my fault that I tried to overlook the unacceptable and give the good a chance only to have the unacceptable overtake me. It's nobody's fault - we both went against instinct and paid for it. The difference between us is I recognise the danger in running and hiding and will choose love over fear any day no matter how scary it is.
I have yet to figure out how to say no upon spotting seeds of doubt because giving people chances is part of who I am, to my detriment at times. But I am stubbornly going to stay open, because the one thing worse than getting heartbroken is staying safe, trapping oneself with false comfort that gets less comfortable with each passing day.
I will not stay safe, because only corpses stop moving.
I can't say to someone, "Don't change me" because we are all always changing and growing. What I will say to the next person is, "See me - who I am now. Walk with me - watch me evolve. Dance with me - we will move together.
"I won't be comfortable, but I will be your home."
Monday, December 15, 2014
Angry tonight
I am thinking of a deceitful person.
I am thinking of deliberately inflicted hurt.
I am thinking of calculated coldness.
I am thinking of selfishness.
I am thinking of misrepresentation - to others, and to self.
I am thinking of the weight of someone else's baggage.
I am thinking of perfectly valid hope and belief - spat upon and crushed under-heel.
I am thinking of disrespect of commitment, and welcoming predation from an opportunistic and equally disrespectful creature.
I am thinking of desperate longing for shallow validation - and rejection of deeper appreciation.
I am thinking of the turning away from what is good and right.
I am thinking of denial.
I am thinking of self-destructiveness.
I am thinking of cowardice.
I am thinking of all the choices made to create a version of self that is all of the above - and this, above all else, is the unforgivable.
"It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
But, then, I look ahead, and I see.
I see kindness.
I see a gentle hand, gentle arms.
I see loving eyes waiting and inviting.
I see affection without hope or agenda.
I see generosity of the soul.
I see openness.
I see an open door.
I see a place of rest and comfort, to rest, to heal, to breathe again.
And I am no longer angry.
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Sleepless memory of sleeping touch
Can't sleep again. The anxiousness has diminished over the week, though, so at least it hasn't become a chronic motor habit as I previously feared. But the mind still won't shut up when it's too quiet and cool in the room.
I'm in the middle of the memory of a warm body sleeping next to me, the smell of him softly blanketing us both. He won't stop touching me in his sleep - his leg, his arm, his bottom, his shoulder, something has to be in contact with me even when he's fast asleep and unaware. I can't sleep when he does that.
Was it really less than 2 weeks ago?
And now, on a cool bed all to myself, I still can't sleep. But the memory makes my heart lukewarm at this moment, not aching anymore, not beating panic-attack fast anymore, just a little warm.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Sketches of a younger heart
The sketchbook was also speckled with snippets of one of my other loves at the time, astronomy. I looked to the night sky often, deeply, and lovingly at the time. (I still do, just nowhere as often.) Little stories about the constellation myths, a sketch of my favourite of them - Andromeda and others involved in her story - and a full list of all 88 constellations in alphabetical sequence.
1 April 2003, 12.08am, was my last entry in this sketchbook. I wrote about my idea of the difference between loving someone and being in love with them.
"One may use words to say how it is that they love someone, or why, or what it is they love about him/her. But being in love, that is an entirely different concept. Poets and painters have tried to embody it over the eons, but no words or images can claim to be the true expression of being in love - you just know it. It becomes you, fills you in that wordless, thoughtless enigma. How you can know something and yet not know it."
I was 24 then. That idea has changed a great deal since. I now know that being in love with someone is neither mysterious, nor thoughtless, nor unknowing. On the contrary, much like "gut instinct", it is your brain's way of streamlining a rational process so that you get the answer more quickly and with less energy spent on conscious thought. It's reasoning + bodily response + experience made efficient and quick - this is the right person for you at this point in time.
Loving, on the other hand, is a verb. It can take place with or without being in love with someone, though the former is much preferred in cases of romantic love. It is the ongoing process of caring, nurturing, expanding, complementing, negotiating, and all that hard work. Most of all, it is a choice.
Love is a choice. And it's not an easy one.
Which would you choose? To take the easy but lonely path, or the hard and reward-filled path that will expand your world and help you grow as a person? The safe but self-eroding path, or the difficult path that compels you to discover your authentic self?
Love is a choice. So let me ask you: do you love yourself?
Maslow's hierarchy of needs got it wrong. For adults, esteem and self-actualisation are greater than love needs. Without loving and discovering yourself, you cannot love others fully. However, esteem and love from others are interconnected - if you allow yourself to believe and deserve the love others share with you, loving yourself and growing as a person could be so much easier.
It's so much easier to believe the bad stuff than the good stuff, isn't it? I started believing the good things people who cared about me were telling me only after spending years beating myself up. I started trusting myself and them only after much painful experience.
Only after I started trusting did I start being able to push fear aside, and I:
- Tore down the stone walls around my heart
- Recognised who I am
- Discovered what I want
- Allowed myself to feel fear, and to give fear the finger anyway
- Started feeling true to myself
- Acknowledge that all of the above can and will change over time
- Most of all, accept that I will be hurt and that's ok
Here is my heart, it's wide open. Feel free to step inside.