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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

* Is That You?

The air is soft tonight.  Mother natures' breath brushing softly over my skin.  Or is it the first kiss of a would be lover as his lips caress my neck every so gently.  I'm not really sure I've been touched and yet I notice a small shiver up my spine and goose bumps on my arms.

That's what the air is like tonight.  Scottish mist.  London fog.  There but not there.  Moist.  Full of life.  Succulent.  The fragrance of wet leaves stir my senses.  Autumn, fading with grace into winter.   Canadian west coast evenings.

November 30, 2008 

Thursday, March 11, 2010

* Which rule is it?

Dear H,  So, what is your rule you are afraid of breaking?  What rule have you established for yourself about our relationship.  No contact?  I have never been able to figure out how you can just slam the door, lock it, and throw away the key.  Not only that ... you then walk away from the door ... or do you run away from the door, so you don't have to look at it anymore.

You, my darling, are an interesting study. 

What if you simply 'allowed' your feelings? What if you simply allowed them to 'be' what they are.   What if you just allowed them to bubble up?  What if you simply had a good look at them?  They are in all probability not scary at all.  We were so programmed by our parents, H.  They almost ruined my life.  In fact, in many ways they did ... or I allowed them to.  I simply was not 'aware' or 'awake' enough to do anything about it.  I am now, and I am very thankful for that. I am choosing to live my life in a very deliberate way.  Being awake and aware.  I know I can't ask you to be in the same place on the path.  I have changed so much in my thinking since 'you and I'.  I am so much broader now, so much wider as opposed to narrow minded. So much less judgmental. I no longer demand perfection of myself, and I have actually been able to move out of depression.  Perfection, which my parents expected of me, actually stopped me in my tracks.  It stopped me from doing any thing for fear I would fail, for fear I would not please, for fear it would not be 'absolutely perfect'.  You have some of that in you.  That was our problems with self esteem and lack of confidence.  Our parents never prepared us.  Never gave us the tools for life.   I see things from such a different place.  You and I are a gift, and always will be.  It doesn't matter if we are not together.  It's still a gift, it's still special, you are still my special person.  So what?  Does that make the world spin out of control?  Does that cause earth shattering catastrophes to occur?  No.  It's only complicated if we allow it to be complicated. As one of my spiritual teachers used to say:  Donna, you can either choose to make it hard, or you can choose to make it easy.  I am learning, slowly, to make my life easy.  I still want you to be part of it in whatever way possible.  An email .... yes that would be great.  A conversation sometime ... yes, that would be great.  As I said ... anyway I can get you, if for only a moment.  It's worth it to me.  It scares you silly.  Nothing to be afraid of, H.  I am not a threat to your life, unless you choose to make it so.  I know you enjoy my company.  I know you love being with me.  And I you.  Are you going to ignore that for the rest of your life.  One day, you will be on your death bed, and you will regret it.  That's when we can't do anything about it.  I think there would be nothing worse.  Think about it.  Perhaps you might think about putting aside your 'no contact' rule.  What is that rule really doing for you?  Do you think it's keeping you safe? 

Anyway, H.  That's all for tonight.  Hope you are well and happy.  San Miguel is lovely ... D xx

January 2010

* Dear H

Have you gone silent on me, H?  Are you feeling threatened by my e-mail?  I hope not.  As I've said before, rest easy, Babe .. I don't want you back!  Just don't want to loose you completely, and think we will never have another wonderful conversation.  Is that to much to wish for?  Maybe, I don't know.  I really don't want to upset your life in any way ... but something is there .. you have to admit it.  I guess I simply want to honour that.  Every time I get too personal, you shut down.  For you to shut down, there has to be fear involved.  Fear of what?  Talking about it?   Is it really that scary?  I guess it is for you.   I think we are two very normal human beings who still have some wonderful feelings left over.  Is that to be feared?  Why?  I think it's actually pretty special.  Why can't it be celebrated instead of stuffed under the carpet.  The more I learn about life, the less I know!   Is it guilt?  perhaps?  I don't know.  TALK TO ME please.

I arrived in San Miguel today.  It's wonderful.  I'm tired - been up for probably 36 hours now.  There is a feel about this place.  The church bells and ringing and the roosters are crowing.  How fabulous is that.

Take care.  Talk to me if you can.  If not .... well, that's your stuff.  It's a shame. Life is too short.  D xx

January 2010

* Fuck it!

Well, H, I am once again becoming very tired of not expressing my feelings ... of not saying anything in case I upset someone.  Fuck it!  Not expressing my feelings makes me sick, in fact it gave me ovarian cancer.  I refuse to ever go there again.  So, for better or for worse, here goes ....

Simply put, last time we were together, I fell in love with you all over again.  Oh, I'm not sure I have every really fallen out of love ... at some level it's always been there for me.  Actually the whole thing is annoying, because no matter what I do, no matter who I am with - you are always there - at some deep level, lurking around.  It will always be that way - I have given up attempting to banish this kind of love.  It's special - even if it is one sided. I'm not convinced it is one sided, if you were totally honest with yourself.  I also know you are not able to go to that place.  I have accepted my deep love for you as some sort of mysterious, maddening, completely insane gift.

Don't get me wrong - I totally know the facts, thank you.  I have absolutely no illusions.  You have your life and that's just as it should be.  Obviously, though, you still have feelings for me, there is still love buried deep.  If it was completely over you never would have showed up on my step four years ago.  As we have discussed, and we both agree, there will always be a bond, a spiritual connection, something we will both have always.  It's not going to go away, just because you stop thinking or talking about it, H.  I wonder what it would take for you to acknowledge it verbally.

You have always loved your 'earthly goods', H.  I totally realize how important they are to you.  You do have much to loose and I wouldn't expect you, being who you are, would ever consider doing that.  That's who you are and I understand that part of you.

I remember one time you told me ... "Doni, I will take you any way I can get you."  I suppose I feel somewhat the same way at this time in my life about you.  I will take you once a year or once in a life time ... I don't care, as long as I can see you for a minute, an hour, or 15 hours.  I need to see your face.  Just seeing your face makes me smile.  I need our conversation. I need your body. It fills me up.  It makes me complete.  It makes my heart sing.

I know at this time you are shut down as far as discussing this.  It would be wonderful if you could open up just a little and express how you are feeling about this entire relationship.  I realize it's complicated.  I realize you are afraid to say how you feel. I realize you have retreated.  I have no expectations.

I'm doing this for me.  I'm doing this so I don't explode, go mad, or something even more crazy. I need to say it.  I need to get it out of me.  I hope this will help me heal after I push the 'send' button.  I'm not really sure.  I know I can't keep it inside.  It's making me ache. It makes me nauseated.  You will remember emotions upheavals always hit me in the heart and the solar plexus.  This whole event, not expressed at regular intervals, as needed, gives me a heavy heart.  Take care of yourself.  Happy Happy Christmas, H.  Life is very very short.  Enjoy the moment.  Much love and many blessings, Doni xx   ..... here we go ..... pushing send .....

December, 2009

Perhaps you might want to ponder these thoughts.

DIABETES Physical block: Diabetes is a disturbance in the metabolism from lack of insulin secreted by the pancreas, or from its inability to function normally. 85 per cent of adults diagnosed with diabetes are overweight.

Emotional block: The pancreas is the gland linked with the solar plexus, which deals with emotions, desires and all intellectual activities. Pancreatic disorders indicate imbalance on the emotional level. If you are diabetic, you are often very emotional and have too many desires for yourself and others. You want everyone to have a slice of the pie. But you can also be envious if someone has more than you.

You are a devoted person but you expect much from yourself and others. You tend to blame yourself readily for others’ dissatisfaction. You also tend to expend excessive energy to respond to your needs. This behvaiour is caused by an inner sadness from an unmet desire to be loved.

Juvenile diabetes may manifest in children who feel insufficiently acknowledged. They are exhibiting an inner emptiness that seeks some form of compensation.

Mental block: Diabetes is a signal that you need to learn to let go and let things happen at their own pace. Stop trying to control the course of events. You need to realise that it is not your purpose to make everyone else happy. Others may not even want what you want for them, or they might not desire it intensely. Acknowledge all the goodness that flows freely in your life, become mindful of the moment and taste each moment in all its delicious glory. Don’t let yourself be distracted by what you may want tomorrow. Accept that, even though you may have been unable to fulfill a very important desire in the past, you still can enjoy smaller ones in the moment.

Friday, January 15, 2010

* No friends you say?

No friends you say?  From milky ways they come.  Friends of mine.  Alive amongst the stars and in the rivers deep and cold. Forging passage through thick and mossy covered paths of forest green.  Beyond my view they wait and watch. I have no doubt they escort me.  When darkness falls they ride the navy skies on Spanish steeds of dappled gray.  Fast moving, like shooting stars they soar, taking leave of their creator.  White water proves no match for them. They ride the current, strong, with nerves of steel. With laughter and excitement and anticipation they face the twists and turns and undertows.  Shadowed paths of moss and ferns and tallest trees seem quiet.  Yet softly there they step, invisible and unheard.  By my side they travel on my walk through life.  Over byways smooth as silk and craggy trails of dark and rocky cliffs they steady me and hold me near. Silent and unseen.  Into my heart their love is sewn. Deep in my palm their caring is ingrained.  Their wisdom woven through my hair with silver threads.  My load is lightened when I tire.  I am lifted up when I cannot walk.  I’m led to updrafts when I need to fly.  To smooth and quiet currents when I must rest or glide.  At my birth, they accompanied me.  Forever in my soul.  For eternity.  No friends you say?  Look deep inside.

Monday, January 11, 2010

* Grateful for Bathrooms ....

It is a day to be grateful for a bathrooms.  Thank you, Divine Mother for bathrooms.  Thank you, Divine Mother for Starbucks in San Miguel de Allende, who have public bathrooms.  For longer than a few unconfortable moments, I suspected I might be an embarrasement to myself, to my country and to every other human being within visual distance.  Thank you Divine Mother for bathrooms!

It is nice to sit here, in Starbucks, in a comfortable chair for a time.  It is nice to listen to jazz.  It is nice to enjoy a cappuccino and enjoy taking deep breaths.

I have been holding my breath and praying for a bathroom for so many blocks.  I did not realize how good it feels to take a deep full breath of incredible air.  My jaw was tightly clamped together and grinding.  Thank you Divine Mother for oxygen and a relaxed jaw!

I have never before uttered a prayer of thanksgiving while sitting on  toilet.  Today, I did.  Thank you Divine Mother for bathrooms!  Thank you for getting me there on time!

I'm in a buiding on the square which surrounds the main Jardin.  The walls are well over a meter thick.  The arched windows are set so far back into the walls, a small window washer could easily loose their way while attempting to locate the glass.

I wonder what this building originally was?  I wonder who built it?  When?  This town began as a stop on the silver route about 1550.  Now, as a Unesco historical site, businesses must be very disreet not to distroy the ambiance or historical view and authenticity of the architecture.  Starbucks' sign is barely visable.  Even inside, it is much less commercial appearing than the rest of North America.

Allow me to utter this gratefulness from my lips once again. Thank you Divine Mother for bathrooms.  Thank you for allowing me to reach a bathroom on time.  Thank you Divine Mother for Starbucks who has public bathrooms in San Miguel de Allende.  I am forever grateful!  You have saved my dignity.  I give thanks.

San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, January 11, 2010

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

* On Writing

January 6, 2010.  San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

I've never had any writing lessons - doesn't one not have to take writing classes in order to be a writer?  Or does it simply pour forth - fall out onto the blank page whole and complete without instruction.  Is it part of your soul which expresses itself unattended?  I'm not sure.  I think I'll just keep writing and see what happens.  What more is there?  Surprise me!

* Complicated

January 4, 2010.  San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

Is life really
that Complicated?
or
is Complicated
an illusion
a thought
which has led us astray
off the path.
Have we taken
the left fork
in the road
instead of the right
and ended up in
Complicated?
Have we taken
the wrong path
when we live
and settle down
in Complicated?

Is it all
very simple?
It is all a
glitch
in our intellect
which takes
us to Complicated?


What if we
believed in
Simple?
What if we
lived in Simple
and never
took the road
to Complicated?

Is life really very easy?
If we allowed our
soul to guide us -
to take us there?
Would we live there -
in Simple?

Is it only
our mind
which leads
us to
Complicated?

Saturday, January 2, 2010

* Pay Attention, it's time ..

Her body hurt.
It was the
kind of pain she
had never
endured before.
Her body
cried out to her ..
"PAY ATTENTION
TO ME!! .....
For once in
your life
Look at me
Feel me
Appreciate me!
I have been here
for you all these years
and you have never
so much as given
me a passing
glance.
How dare you!
I have carried you
when you could not walk.
I have helped you live
when you should have been dead!
I have accepted the
disgusting way you
have treated me,
your earthly home,
the one who
holds your soul!
You have ignored me
loathed me
hated me
but you have never once
looked at me,
never really seen me,
felt me,
heard my needs
or acknowledged my pain.
I am making myself
known to you now
whether you
like it or not!
You cannot
ignore me anymore!
It's time for you to
listen!
It's time for you to
PAY ATTENTION!!"

June 2009

Friday, January 1, 2010

* Cruelity

Verbal Cruelty --
Physical Violence ---
Enraged angry voices.
A powerful slap
from the shoulder.
The sound of
a jaw as it
snaps.
People running
someone intervenes
one person verbalizes
another offers a hug.

Talk to me of
the silence
of a heart shattering -
fragmented into
a million pieces.
Falling and breaking
without a sound or
single recognition.
No one there to bandage
No one there to repair
No kind word
No 911
No sirens
No knight in
shining armour
to rescue.
Simply the long
silent
anguish
of a treasured heart
ripped to shreds -
taking forever
and a day
to heal.

"You'll soon be back
to your old self"
friends cajole -
The truth is
in loving you
I am forever changed -
for better
and for worse.

Where do broken
hearts go?
Do they
find their way home?

Dec. 22/01