The girl who was once from NYC unintentionally transplanted to the sticky trap of the CT countryside nearly three decades ago. Teacher, singer, writer, photog. Dancer along the path through the dark.
~May words and music and laughter light the way to kindred spirits, kind of heart~
Also a Mommy. That's the most important thing that's happened along the way, but not what this blog will be about.
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dive right in
see how much can be done
the form might change
creating is the only way
and i read about toxicity
and nod my head as i agree
and line the projects/one by one
and weigh the time spent with my loves
to relax and let the journey run
and trust that life will give me time.
Elizabeth Berg, The Year of Pleasures (via wordsnquotes)
If you have to try that hard
if you’re bored so easily by everything
that wouldn’t be a life for me
to always push it to the edge
to have to find for fantasy
that wouldn’t be the life for me
for pure and simple lines in love
the kind that twist upon their own
and find the binding, hot and heavy
just by feelings soft and plenty
warm and tender
wrapped in sweetest reverie
I think what makes me the saddest sometimes is that there wasn’t enough love to keep us together and yet we still make each other laugh, and care about each other, and now we will miss what it’s like to grow old together, having our history to share and remember as we age and change. I envy people I’ve known for years who are still married now 25/35 years or more and they still look at each other and laugh together like they did when they were young kids, dating or newly married. We didn’t get to have that, and that makes me pretty sad. I guess I’ll always think I could have tried harder and then someone will always remind me it takes two.
We can’t talk to each other about it. We have to let the lawyers hash it out. It’s strange to be friendly, slightly warm, yet so distant, somewhat civil, not quite trusting, hoping for closure when there never really is any. Limbo but a river. Divorce is like that. Or I should say, mine is, anyway.
A matter of fact
a matter of time
too much or too little
to wait but to idle
and let the course cover
the ground that it will
have faith in the embers
have faith in those small moments
try to let easy seep into your bones
try to let simple run straight to your soul.