Thursday, August 25, 2011

Dear Abacus and Samurai,

In your lives so far you have learned many things.  For this I am so very proud of you.  I am not always proud, however, of the things I inadvertently teach you.  I just hope that you learn good lessons from my life's struggles.  Lessons which you do not have to replicate yourself to truly understand!

So much of what I learned about love, true love, I learned from you two.  As a matter of fact, the love we share highlights the imperfections in the other loves I have known in my life.  

I have taught you that marriages sometimes end.  I hope what you take away from that is, above and beyond everything else, you need to realize your own happiness.  If you are unhappy, you are depriving everyone you love in your life of the happiness that they know you possess, and, therefore, a portion of their own happiness.  I hope that you learn that we did try to make things work, and in doing so, came to understand our best path to secure everyone's present and future happiness, was away from each other.

I used to count my marriage amongst my failures.  But how can I count something as a failure which had such an amazing result.  I hope you can see what I now see, my marriage with your father as a necessary passage to great personal growth and understanding.  A huge step toward actualizing a woman that you can forever be proud to call your mother.  Something to know about me, I have a lot of energy, and to keep it positive, I need positive growing experiences.  When I stagnate, my energy becomes negative, and it can suck me down quite quickly.  And when someone else's energy is negative either in general or toward me, the downward spiral is nearly inescapable.

In my life I have so much hope.  Hope that was missing for so long and largely born (or reborn) out of creating and growing and loving you two.  It has been renewed tenfold by a new love in my life.  And what I want to say is this.  I hope to show you, by example, how to build and grow new love instead of continuing to show you endings.  I hope to give you back all of the important lessons you have taught me (or perhaps reminded me), at any times you may forget (this happens to the best of us).  

And I hope, beyond all other hope, that you NEVER know the pain of loneliness that I have known.  Because, always, my babies, ALWAYS, I hope my words and actions allow you to remember and keep me close the way I will always keep you close.

Love,
Mama



 

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Oldies



December 31, 2006

Alone, with my thoughts attacking
I pray for the least hijacking
Of my feelings, thoughts, and/or emotions
Steal them, rape them, drown them in ocean's
Waters, salty like my tears dropping
Waters, deep like my fears cropping
up around my periphery
Take my eyes too, that I may not see
All the pain, self-inflicted
All the shame, to be re-gifted
passed on to the next generation
If I succumb to my alienation
If I allow soul devastation
If I cannot beat this infernal infestation
If I cannot beat this internal manifestation
Of self-hatred, self-loathing, self-pity and despair
If I cannot believe I deserve to breathe the same air

Alone, with bad thoughts subsiding
I laugh, for my brain's abiding
By new feelings, thoughts and new emotions
Hold them, love them, float them in ocean's
Waters, buoyant like a blue balloon
Waters, brilliant like the sun and moon
rising and setting
Show me the way, that I may see
All the beauty, so neglected
All the truth, always reflected
And pass it on to the next generation
If I succumb to my revelations
If I allow soul restoration
If I can beat this emotional infection
If I can beat this painful resurrection
Of past-hatred, past-loathing, past pity, past despair
I will come to believe I deserve all the good that is there

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Zelda's!

Yay!  I made it to another Zelda's. We did a phrase poem where Tom picked random phrases out of the "Urbanite" and we wrote based on those.  The phrases were:

Until the age of 21
A unique selection
White foam churns on the surface
Spend less time in their cars
Taking a class on sound
No boys allowed
Appeals to and attracts the people
The Summer of 1919

I chose to write all the words vertically, in order, and create matching sentences, as follows:

Until the end of time
The wisdom of the sages
Age indeterminate
Of forever we drink and eat
21 days later
A chemical collides
Unique and ubiquitous
Selection is natural
White clouds polka dotted with blue
Foam residue marks the tide even as it
Churns like an upset stomach
On the cusp of your first performance
The night beckons and you examine the
Surface of the playing field
Spend time trying to determine if
Less is more
Time does not stand still
In the freeze frame 
Their lips almost touch and
Cars pass by
Taking no notice
A baby is born
Class ends
On the sweetest Sunday
Sound is eaten like candy
No child can resist
Boys searching for the next best thing
Allowed to find themselves among
Appeals from several women
To infinity
And beyond.  Space
Attracts me and I am summoned to
The outer rim.  Outside of him.
People cannot find me underneath all
The vocabulary but it is
Summer and the sky
Of blue is reminiscent of
1919.