Love in the Dust

When I was a kid, we owned various models of black and white televisions over the years. In fact, we never had a color television until the last black and white one died. My father always fixed the television on the kitchen table when the tubes blew and then it was back to business! One of those crusty old models stands out in my mind quite well. It was tall and brown- a laminated wood sort of look-and it stood on four legs. The screen-when not on-was a murky green.
So there I was one night back in 1965, sitting on the floor with my trusty yellow blanket and my footie pajamas watching the Art Linkletter Show. My mom was in the kitchen and my brother was elsewhere in our tiny ranch house. I was four years old and a very happy camper until suddenly the screen went blank and the house was encased in total darkness. Needless to say, I completely freaked out and ran to get my mom, leaving my blanket behind. A second panic ensued once I did because I thought I lost my blanket! ( I totally identify with Linus, by the way). When I finally settled down, we found my brother, some candles and a flashlight. My younger brother did not seem at all bothered by the turn of events. In fact, he appeared oblivious to the situation while I was totally anxious. My mother sat us down at the kitchen table by candlelight and served us some butterscotch pudding. I had no appetite so my little bro helped himself to a second serving with great relish. I am not sure if I was worried because we were in the dark or because I had nearly lost my precious blanket! In any case, there was really nothing we could do so my mom sent us all (including herself) to bed. I was having none of sleeping by myself so my mom put me in with my brother in his bed ( we both had full sized) and then she joined us in the middle. I still was not satisfied and insisted that we keep the flashlight on. I can still picture it now: the three of us snug in the big bed with the big black flashlight standing upright on my brothers dresser-a beacon of hope and comfort.
(This early recollection was an actual event: The Great Blackout of 1965.)
Many thanks once again to Kellie Elmore who always has a way for us to show our creative selves at their best.
http://kellieelmore.com/2013/06/07/fwf-free-write-friday-time-place-scenario-5/

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Lavender: her favorite scent
Soft, sensual, soothing
When first they met
he offered her its sweet gift
A small token
He became heir apparent
to her lifelong affection
Their affair is like a willow
Easily bent
But with strong, long roots
His love for her plays like a flute
Tender, calming and gentle
Almost like a whisper
For the first time and forever
She can bask in the warm glow
of a healing heart
Another great Free Write Friday prompt from Kellie Elmore! This week we had a word bank: lavender, willow, sweet, bask, flute and heir. http://kellieelmore.com/2013/05/31/fwf-free-write-friday-word-bank-7/

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Anger is a secondary emotion
And when directed at you is not about you
Pain and Grief don’t last forever
But can give you strength to become a better person
Shame and Fear can hold you hostage
But shedding these layers leads to enlightenment
Joy can be found every day
And when experienced in small ways, multiplies
Trust is essential
And is the glue that holds all relationships together
Pride is sometimes helpful
But hubris can distance you from others
Wonder and Anticipation can make you feel alive
And attracts others to your inner child
Kindness and Patience are at times a challenge
But when practiced, lead to healthy relationships
Hope is at once all we have and sometimes need
And the foundation for faith, peace and love
* Thanks to Kellie Elmore for the Free Write Friday Image Prompt: http://kellieelmore.com/2013/05/24/fwf-free-write-friday-image-prompt-8/
I took a lot of liberties with the image this week. It reminded me that taking a road trip can be a solitary contemplative experience at times. I am heading out on one this weekend with loved ones. It is much needed after this week and even this past month ! And truly, I have used some of these recent experiences as fonder for the poem.

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A sunrise on a new day
The way my lover looks at me across the room
Celebrations big and small with friends and family
Eating a good meal every day
The love I feel for my sons
The passion I have for running
The healing that yoga brings me
Nights snuggled under the covers with a good book
The peace I feel in my heart
This week’s post is inspired by Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday prompt:http://kellieelmore.com/2013/05/17/fwf-free-write-friday-image-prompt-7/

Greetings to my followers:
Poet Kellie Elmore posts a weekly Free Write Friday and this weeks challenge is “M is For Mom” (see link here if you want to check it out or participate: ( http://kellieelmore.com/2013/05/10/fwf-free-write-friday-m-is-for-mom/). Here you can read entries from other bloggers about their moms.
This week I entered an older posting from October (with some edits ) entitled : Remembering My Mother.
I hope that you will read it here with this link:
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!
The young woman with big brown eyes
Born with a glint in her eyes
Always looking
Always questioning
Always laughing
The sun seemed never ending
She was full of romantic notions
and innocence about love
Presented with a trinket
betrothed and full of hope
The older woman with big brown eyes
Always scared
Always questioned
Always somber
She was full of anxiety
and suspicion about love
The rain seemed never-ending
Days, weeks and months
filled with the static of lies and abuse
The free woman
living with a new perspective in her eyes
Always smiling
Always present
Always embracing
Life to its fullest
Many thanks to Kellie Elmore for the Free Write Friday inspiration!
http://kellieelmore.com/2013/05/03/fwf-free-write-friday-word-bank-6/
I have been draggin’ around your sensitive ego
Making sure that your bags arrive on time for the dog and pony show
A little suitcase like a brick,
It kinda makes it hard to get a good grip
I drop your troubles off at the conveyor belt,
I’ll hand you a ticket to go get it yourselfAt the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name
When you hit the ground, check the lost and found
Cause it ain’t my problem now
I can’t carry it on, I’ve got a lot of troubles on my own
It’s all over the yard, in the trunk of the car,
I’m packin’ it in, so come and get it. ~ Miranda Lambert
For years, I did not realize that my life was a wreck. I was living a lie and was clueless about it. I spent most of my marriage working at keeping it together. Trying to make my man happy. In the process, I was losing myself. When he told me he wanted a divorce, I was of course, devastated. But quickly, I realized that I did not miss him. I took a look around the house and noticed that much of the stuff that took up space in my 1200 square foot home belonged to him. Then I looked in my two car garage and realized the same thing. One more trip to the back of the garage and guess what? More crap! It was extremely difficult to move anywhere on my property without the constant reminders of him.
It took nearly two years and a court order from the time he left for him take away his items. Some things, I simply threw out. He refused to get rid of old lawn mowers and other large pieces so they made their journey to the end of driveway. With each toss, I felt more free and my house looked cleaner. But it takes more than throwing away physical reminders of someone to really rid yourself of pain.
First, I had to admit that I was abused. Verbal and emotional abuse is a challenge to see or to understand because words and psychological mind games don’t leave obvious bruises. Coming to grips with this fact was a huge hurdle that I had to overcome. How could I-an educated intelligent woman not notice or even allow it to happen? I needed to forgive myself first before I could even entertain the idea that I could forgive him. I would say that peeling back these layers was excruciating. Therapy helps!
During this time (after the divorce was final), I fell in love with the man who is now my fiance’. Through him, I learned to trust and to also stand up for my needs without fear of negative consequences. I learned that I was a worthy, lovable woman. This was especially freeing. I became more and more myself and our relationship grew closer and stronger.
Simultaneously, my former husband continued to act out. He refused to comply with the agreement in any way. I spent the better part of 4 years and a significant amount of money advocating for my son’s college education and assuring that both my sons had shelter- among other things. With each battle, I became less and less emotionally involved. I was beginning to be less of a victim and more of a leader of my own life. For the most part, it worked. I knew I was doing the right thing for my boys as well as myself.
My oldest is set to graduate from college in a month. My ties to my former husband will continue to be severed. On Easter weekend, I took four boxes of my former life ( all the divorce papers that are no longer needed) to the bonfire. Slowly, each piece was set aflame and turned into ashes. It took longer than expected to burn it all up. In my mind, I knew that it was the way it was supposed to be. Years of pain can take a long time to unfold and transform into something beautiful.
*Special thanks to Kellie Elmore for the inspiration for today’s entry http://kellieelmore.com/2013/04/19/fwf-free-write-friday-baggage-claim/
Since it is Friday, poet Kellie Elmore has given us her Free Write prompt so I am coupling it with the National Poetry Month’s daily poem challenge from Word Press. Be sure to visit Kellie’s page to see all the postings.
http://kellieelmore.com/2013/04/12/fwf-free-write-friday-it-was-a-dark-and-stormy-night/
The afternoon has turned raw
A heavy mist hangs in the air
Chill cuts through my thin skin
My bones feel old with the cold
The wind picks up the water
Windows are smashing and buckling
with each hollowing gust
The songbirds are silent
Crocus and daffodil return
to their slumber
We are bereft of warmth and sun
Mother Nature’s fickle ways
Belie the calendar month
Spring I beseech you:
Return! Return! Return!

These are days
These are the days you might fill
With laughter until you break
These days you might feel
A shaft of light
Make its way across your face
And when you do
Then you’ll know how it was meant to be
See the signs and know their meaning
It’s true
Then you’ll know how it was meant to be
Hear the signs and know they’re speaking
To you, to you ~ 10,000 Maniacs
Well, we have officially entered the holiday season. All around me, I am hearing snippets of conversations of how Thanksgiving is approaching too quickly or arriving too early this year. Within the same conversations lie the predictable follow-up of how the Christmas season is fast on the heals of the feast-for some as early as midnight when they begin their Christmas shopping. Most likely the reason that some of us are feeling a sense of dread is that the holidays have become just another thing to do on our already overloaded “to do” list. These exchanges obviously miss the point of our annual celebrations. As I have gotten older, I have become more and more cognizant of the materialistic and falsely cheerful feel that these holidays are supposed to imbue. Let’s be real: some of us don’t like our relations! Let’s be even more real: some of us have split families and are in the annual psychological juggle of whom we choose to spend time with.
When we allow ourselves to get into this weird time warp of unhealthy thinking and situations, we are stealing our own joy. I remember the extraordinarily difficult time that my boys and I had with the changes in holiday traditions once their father left the house. It was so ridiculous to have to split time or have them choose between mom and dad. Now they are older and able to make their own choices that fits their desires so that the days are filled with celebration, laughter and emotional warmth. They can begin their own traditions so that they can create life long memories of the season.
I want this year and every year to be an Appreciation Celebration. I want to dig deep and reflect upon what has really mattered in my life and savor it. I was thinking about this recently as I drove up the highway to a favorite port city of mine. I was on a gift purchase mission for my sons and boyfriend. Interestingly enough, I had never driven alone to my destination and I found myself taking a different exit. I was not panicked by my detour in the least; I knew the city well enough. Also, since I only had a dollar bill, I would need to find parking on the street as opposed to a garage. So, I was quite proud of myself when I arrived at a near perfect parking spot that charged just a buck for 1 hour of parking and was close to the store! One of the best parts about shopping at small businesses are the personal connections you can make with the store’s owner. During my shopping, the owner and I had a meaningful conversation about relationships with our children and even a bit about our own lives. He struck me a person who had experienced some of life’s hard knocks and had come out a better person as as result. I was so delighted by our talk that I left the store ready for another solo shopping adventure in yet another port city! As I traveled south, the sun was setting. Sunsets on the coast are huge-the whole sky looks like it’s awash in a golden orange. I remember thinking that I started the week basking in the sunrise and now I was doing the same with the sunset at the end of the week-very fitting. So onward I drove until I arrived at yet another terrific specialty store. And of course, my experience there was equally as positive-having made a connection with the store manager around the miracle of finding love the second time around and the challenges of a long distance relationship.
When my shopping was complete, I felt energized by the experience. Not only had I done something by myself for the first time (on a Friday night in the dark) but I had enjoyed an authentic connection with 2 strangers! All of us crave some form of connection to others. Of course, I cannot expect everyone to be like me. But I do believe the we can at least be kind to one another or give a person a smile. Often we are too caught up in our own personal agendas to take the time to perform simple acts of kindness. And, of course, this is exactly what gets lost in the holiday rush.
I feel like I have finally arrived in the life that I was meant to be living. I have an unbounded sense of freedom. I am surrounded by love daily. The other day, I needed to call my youngest son while we were both on our way to work. When he answered the phone, I could tell that he was glad to hear from me just by the way he said hello. For the past two Saturdays, he and his girlfriend have asked if I have dinner plans. What nearly 20 year old wants to hang with his mom on a weekend night? (Great way to stay out of trouble, though!) My oldest son and his girlfriend are now regular attendees at Sunday dinner. When the five of us are together, we relax, talk and chow down. What especially strikes me is how my sons’ girlfriends love the boys for who they are. As a mother, I could not ask for anything more.
Life is not only short, it is fragile. Go out and live this season and every season with purpose, love and good intentions.
Please note that this post was originally published on 11/19/12 as my own free write and well before I had so many wonderful and inspiring followers of my blog. It fits well with today’s prompt. I am grateful to all of you for your unending support. And I am forever grateful to Kellie Elmore without whom this blog would not have grown. HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!