Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The Dance of the Divine
I love that word, not Truth as you might have expected, but the word, Still.
For I know I must sit still long enough to receive it, that which is my truth.
But sitting still is not easy for me. I have a pattern, created very early in my years, of growing tired of things, places, people and circumstances. My pattern is to let them go. Run Jenny Run. Run like the wind. Change is needed to fuel me and I am hungry for change.
Many friends, husbands, relationships, jobs, goals and dreams have succumbed to this dance of mine. It is a ten year cycle. For each, it is ten years - then done. I only very recently stopped to count the number of instances in relationship to the number of years for each and I was duly startled. It is clearly ten years. That's pretty much all I am good for.
Except for my children and a precious few who have survived, circumvented or otherwise put up with the faults known as my ten year limits.
I have always counted myself blessed with bountiful friends, more than any one person should deserve but this realization has awakened me to my truth. I can be difficult, feisty, sometimes mean, but that is the armor I have used for all these years to drive the chafe from the wheat.
As I slide head first toward 50, I don't care for trivialities. I don't cotton to a huggy, kissy kind of emailish, girlfriendy type of love. I need to know the people I carry with me into this last 50 years (God willing) of my life are the ones who will listen to my stories over and over again and wipe the shit off my ass-ignation when I've crossed yet another line. These people need to get me and most importantly, they need to know I get them. I've got them. I will hold them and wipe off their ass-ignations as well.
I have met or rekindled some relationships with true angels recently, and I have been awakened to the power of selfless love, sacrifice and bravery.
Robyn - meeting you in our girl's kindergarten class - how could I possibly have known you would reveal yourself to me in a time of my greatest need. You are the epitome of the belief that Australians are the nicest people on earth. Oprah said it, so it must be true and I love you - you are a divine Goddess.
Megan - strong, tough bitch, survivor, Amish in all the right ways, not Amish in all the right ways, loving and supportive. You are family and I am proud to be with you as we gather up our strength and conquer our worlds. Never lose touch with your power. Harness it and face your challenges head on but don't ever forget, I will always be here for you, as long as you let me borrow your cool jewelry.
Lacey - amazing mom, truly. The best I have ever seen. You let your brilliant son go off and sit with the big kids because that is where he finds his truth; yet you, like so many really good mothers, never lose sight of him. He is a challenge, just as I have experienced with my own but your calm balances him. You have risen to the top baby girl. Stay the course. I love your man and your boys. You have done well, your dad is proud of you too. I can see his spirit in both of those boys.
Nick - So much to overcome but equal parts brilliant mind and loving heart to drive you through. Keep your eye or perhaps both eyes on the life you want. You are perfectly formed and made to be exactly who you are by God's own hands. So young still but so mature. My kids all told me you reminded them of their dad's fiance's younger brother who is gay. They don't know Ryan is gay. Their dad would never allow them to know that. So essentially, their opinion was formed based on pure universal intuition. What that tells me is - fuck the conservative right wing, anti-gay, mostly closeted homosexual naysayers. If kids can see it, then it is real. But you and I knew that already as does your dad. You are loved.
Debbie - you are in my mind's eye, the utmost of the Divine Goddesses along with Betty Sue and yes, even your mom, my beloved Aunt Sarah. I know there is bickering and a feeling that you are the one left to handle everything but I witnessed that legacy being passed down to you. I remember your mom showing up to visit Granny every night on her way home from work. Then I remember you driving your mom to work every day and coming with her to visit Granny every night. Adding to that burden, I recall you picking me up and driving me to work at the age of 14, exposing me to the corporate environment and ensuring your employer I could run the front desk and handle the mail. God, how I loved that summer. YOU made it all happen, you gave me the confidence at such a young age to know I could handle anything.
You have to face it, you are the one who stepped up to take responsibility when it was handed to you but you also have to remember, when it comes to those you cannot help, you need to let go. Calls from family who have gotten themselves into trouble are not your responsibility. Don't feel as if it all falls on you because you must replace your mom. You can choose to tough love those people who may be taking advantage. Doing things that go against your judgment will make you bitter. Helping people who struggle with addictions will only keep them addicted. Be happy my beautiful cousin. You have done more than anyone else in our family can claim. You have raised two children who will not go down those paths to destruction. YOU did that. My mom always used to tell me how proud she was of you to raise your kids the way you did.
And trust me when I say, she never said that about anyone else, not even herself.
You are my hero. Yes, we have both made some bad choices in our lives, with respect to love and relationships but we seem to keep the ultimate prize in mind - that of the well being of our children. So please be happy for all you have. Be grateful for Megan and Jeremy's goodness for that is the ultimate true test of a mom. You have raised good people who will go on to raise good people. If you do nothing else in your life, that is enough for have broken a chain that was wrapped around your neck at birth and you have set free a new regime that will effect generation upon generation to come. As I said, my hero.
I hope you can visualize your burdens and blessings the same. My mom loved you and had a special place in her heart for you. I obviously loved you, following you around in my childhood and cherishing every moment with you. Now I love Megan and Jeremy and I see my kids growing up to love them too. Megan opened her home to us and taught us to have conversation instead of TV.
And your son, who is preparing to welcome his first child, thought enough of us to sneak some money into my purse so I could spend a little more on the kids while in Oklahoma. I found it, asked Megan about it, cried, made Megan cry but then believed her when she hugged me and told me how much all of you love all of us.
When I took the kids to Celebration Station, I told them this was money Jeremy gave us because he loves us, you all love us. It is hard for me to accept handouts. I know that is why Jeremy secretly placed it in my purse, for my stubborn pride would have prevented accepting it. He and Shelbi have a baby coming for goodness sakes. I can't believe I used to change that boy's diapers.
It is true in that the subtleties of love speak the loudest.
This is my truth. I know who I love. I know who loves me (us). And that is all I need.
To Amanda, Meghan, Cerese, Terese, Penny, Kim, Katt and countless others I wasn't able to see on this trip, please know I love you.
Standing at the top of the universe makes it so much easier to see. I love my Burt (Bird) and precious few others for it is not quantity but quality that makes up the Dance of the Divine.
And for those of you who have known me more than ten years and continue to dance in my circle, God bless you for I know my expectations are well beyond any reasonable divine expectation. And for those I have driven away, please know this is not about you. It is my truth and mine alone. But we shall dance nonetheless.
Shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake your bootie, shake your bootie.
So much more to say about my trip back to Oklahoma City last week but for now, shaking by bootie seems to be an appropriate end.