Irreverent Eloquence

 It's a question at first,  "So what happens now?" , and when it echoes, my brain turns it to lyrics. Probably obscure to most people, unless you have musicals playing in your memory bank like I do.  Growing up I would watch some great films on VHS, Evita being one of my favorites. Some of the songs are catchy and move you through with enthusiasm. The lyrics from this one are a little more halting, 'Another Suitcase in Another Hall,' carrying some loneliness and sadness, maybe an underlying sigh of resignation.  Lyrics and Song "Another Suitcase in Another Hall" For those who don't have the same affinity for cleaning house while jamming to Antonio Banderas and Madonna tangoing through an epic tragedy, feel free to visit the link above for the full song/ lyrics. Alternately, I can probably sum up the next lines my brain sings:   "You'll get by, you always have before..." "Where am I going to?" "Don't ask anymore....

 Somewhere in my road trip packing plans is always a handy hobby, quite literally usually stitching, to keep my fingers moving if I am not driving. There is usually a notebook for writing the to-do list as well and well-meaning as I am, that one does get me carsick quickly so tends to get shuffled away.   On last weekend's road trip there was "Dig Deeper," a set of question cards meant to prompt great conversations - slightly more interesting than my pillow case embroidery and certainly more entertaining than the to-do list. I'm packing up now for an MEA family tradition- road trip to Branson, MO with all 4 kids - and I'm lucky enough to have a partner that's driving so my hands are free. Rummaging through the bags we brought back from WI just 8 days ago, I was searching for that kit with my handiwork to put in the travel tote. Somehow, I found the fabric in its hoop, my needle case, the tiny scissors, but I am missing the bag of colored floss.  It was only 8 ...

       I got my period this morning, for once right on time. Lounging in bed a little longer, still sleep addled, I could laugh...maybe this last week of overwhelm was part of a bad dream, just a rough run of PMS. If I simply said what I felt: the sleep troubles and some back pain, moodiness and fatigue, bloating and cramps, would I be able to pass it off this time? Coffee in bed and fully awake, I took a little time to wonder: How many cycles? How many months? Truly, how many years has it been "Just"?  It's not my favorite to begin at the End when I tell the start of my story now. Though I suppose this is the Beginning of the End. For the cancer, obviously, not me personally. For me, it rather seems as though this is an awkward introduction; I've come late to the party being thrown by strangers in my own house. And awkward indeed, the number of times this last week I have had introductions and had to start this story, repeating myself. Maybe more embarrassing t...

  Adquirir.       That's one of my favorite words, did you know? I do have quite a few favorites but this year, that one has been top of the list. Not that there is anywhere I can use it... Spanish words don't come up in my daily vernacular, so it is all the more fun to flip them on the tongue for special occasions.  It's such a beautiful word to say and to describe how I think about my life. And I love the double meaning it carries: To buy or purchase: Used in formal contexts to describe buying goods, property, or companies. To gain or develop over time : Used for intangible things like skills, knowledge, habits, or fame. Some of you might not know me on a deeply personal level yet, at least not enough to know that the first meaning fits the cluttered chaos that can be our precariously balanced life. I have forever enjoyed acquiring "things." Lately I've been more of a window shopper since I have collected plenty enough over the years but I have had a kna...

is my world out of balance, the stars misaligned? have i neglected some portal, window closing on space and time? this feeling is weighted, grave and ominous, impendent in the room,  unfortunately begotten, intentionally untuned.  I have been remiss, I do acknowledge. I have chosen to be ignorant, I am blissfully incompetent.  perhaps there is a tolerance, a permissive margin? grace period incarnate, a manifested bargain? the entity is unknown, an error uncited, impatience certainly broods, Vague obscurity indeed, no light shining in the fugue.  I will need to decide, seek out or still hide...Am I giving or receiving this silent recompense?

Do you remember you are wild? Wayward and cunning,  lusting for adventure... You need to let the sun in. Throw open the window, the breeze beckons with allure. You are indeed a wanton,  that smirk says you are always sure. There is no mirror where you are going. You need not tame the curls,  let them blow long and tangle wildly,  continue running, unconcerned.  I know that you can feel it, in fact you pine for all that pain. Do you curse the stones beneath your feet? Or know with every step you gain that Distance and Perspective and a glimmer more of Memory of that forgotten and keen girl that you my darling were wont to be. 

 Me siento extra ñ o Como extranjero en mi cuerpo Mi alma está demasiada tranquila, quieta como el ruido, orgulloso y llena con silencio Yo s é  que eso sí que es. Todav í a Estoy aquí.   aunque estoy un poco perdido                --- footnote for this bit of randomness is a tickler mostly for my memory. A busy day at work and a frustrated fried brain had my mind screaming for some inspiration and it was trying to reach for poetry. I drove to choir and on the way, words stacked up in my brain, like tetris blocks, not colored but rather in Spanish, which made me smile. Minutes to spare, I quickly found a pen and wrote the words down before we started singing in Latin, a little worried that I would jumble the stack or push it back into English and it would crash into a meaningless heap.  After choir, Eden called and wanted to talk about her stressors for the day. One of the things weighing on her was an assignment...

 Remind me in the morning that this life is a lie. So comfortable and easy, it's all too perfect. Sigh.  Remind me when I wake,  this nightmare is a dream!  this cage is perfect, gilded; there is no need to scream. Remind me when I'm lonesome, looking off with vacant stare that this place is all I wished for, even if I'm no longer there?

 Let me remind you that it was I that chose You no Fate lured me near  It was my web you wandered into In my trap you were ensnared Let me remind you I let You love Me gave you all the puzzle pieces "the whole picture" to deceive Let me remind you You were a means to an end A stone on which to step Minor character in the story I spin Let me remind you lest you start to believe  that you had the Choice, that You could ever Leave Let me remind you So I don't forget I chose incorrectly and have to live with that regret

 be soft and pliable Flexible, kind stand firm, Strong  but Capable         of great weakness, fair in body and Fawn in heart, never a feint.  be enough, Just     Are you ever Enough?  no questions, Fight     have no depth   be a Mystery          entirely Dynamic, multi-dimensional Until you lie flat.    be filled, content      You have value. Not as a dispensary, only Receptacle.    

  When you were young and headstrong, confident and decisive, you could fight me and never relent. Flippant decisions, just refuse to compromise, easily filled me with instant regret.  I didn't learn quickly, could not see inimitable you, thought I could mold and hold you, just to my will, bent.  Small yet too strong, the will of a woman child sized, your brilliance too often caught me by surprise.  My planning fell to pieces when I gave you the choices, predicting that I would easily win.  I watched your thoughts calculate all the options, then choose, aware of consequences and red faced with chagrin.  I had given permission, a misstep on my part, though I knew the game play and rules, I misunderstood how you would begin.  And you followed through, step by step, having committed to your plan, I was flummoxed and floundered in place.  I felt beaten, and lost, embarrassed and insecure, wanting to be angry as I watched your little face.