Losing My Touch - Keith Richards

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMxa_Xebbrw

Losing My Touch

I love this song.  I know it is melancholy, but it is beautiful.  It is one of those songs that just sounds lovely.  Sometimes when down, I might go down that other road, but most of the time I just hear the beauty in this song.

I love the gravely-ness of Keith Richards.  I can also see how aging to a rock star might lay a heavy layer on ones being.  Knocking on 50's door myself, I can't help but identify with the reality of aging.  I for one see it in good ways.  I am losing my touch with a lot of things, but most of them I am glad to lay down.

I don't want to be 20 forever.  There was so much to learn, some of it, much of it the hard way.  Things were always needed.  Acquiring would be the word of that decade.  At 20 I was already years into a marriage.  I would become a mother twice.  I would go back to school and earn a nursing degree. Bought my first car, followed by a  house.  It is a blur.  NOW I know that.  I apply that to today and I try to remember I don't have to run anymore and that I want to be in the moment.  I learned that from my 20's.

I was 30.  That decade is the biggest blur in my life.  I remember little specifically during those years.  I lost my parents near the beginning of that decade.  I raised kids, worked as a nurse in critical care and thought ...well I thought a lot of things.  I listened to none of the truths in my heart.   Instead I listened to my pride, my vanity and my ambition.  I don't have to be ambitious anymore and I want to just do a good job.  Knowing that takes the pressure off myself to be perfect.  That pressure has made me an ugly person at times.  At 50 I can bring my art of nursing to my job and let the rule makers rule. I care more and worry less. I learned that from my 30's

There was 40.  40 had some good points at the beginning.  The kids  were almost grown.  Money was stable.  I started the decade good but push came to shove.  He pushed and shoving off seemed an appropriate choice for me.  In the middle there was years of fighting, screaming, hating, holding on.  The intensity was brutal most of this decade.  It was a crazy roller coaster ride.  So at 50 I seek sanity in myself and those around me.  I have learned, I don't like the roller coaster as much as I once did.  I learned that from my 40's.

So yeah, I am losing my touch.  I am embracing the calm.  Call it old, call it what you want.  I call it happiness.

Lean On Me 2.0

Lean on Me - Bill Withers

It is late, 1:30 am and I have a full robust day tomorrow.  I start my day with a meeting...8:05.  So there is no room to call in late.  I have several meetings and need to run on my lunch break to go pick up prizes for an employee wellness program I chair.  It is one of my many assignments.  Then back for afternoon directors meeting, and then a post work day retirement party to be followed by a board meeting.  Hopefully back home by 8:30 tomorrow evening.  I say not to complain, it is to give reference to the words yet to grace this page.  

So it is late, and getting later and I have a full-tilt boogie day tomorrow and I have something to say.  I have the dearest of friend and I am trying to learn to support at a distance.  The bad part about that is doing comforts me. So this evening and several evenings of late...I try to learn how.  What I end up doing is watching a movie and wishing she could sit on my couch and watch it with me.  We could eat chocolate and live in la la land. But for now we can't and I need to learn.  I am supposed to learn.

Tonight I started with some pandora and song after song brought her into my heart.  I laughed when I remembered being her nurse when she drank too much at a Guy Forsyth show.  And I didn't begrudge her one drop.  I was glad then to have her back.  Sometimes a girl has just got to party til she pukes.  She did! She lost her shoe in the bar.  She talked Nasty to someone on the phone and was just trashed.  It was thinking about that, when the above song came on.  It made me think about how we lean on each other in our own ways. 

Lord knows she carried me over some damn dark days.  She also dealt with my tail chasing; although I know it confounds her.  So I guess that is friendship; taking each other as they are, when they are, where they are.  Life is just a big ole ball we volley back and forth.  Sometimes you spike it and sometimes you fault on a serve.  A good girl friend backs you up ... so tonight, I am leaning on my friend only she didn't know we spent the evening together.  I just spent it thinking, weaving her in my evening.  It wasn't a sad thing, it was just making sure as I do from a distance I don't let her be too far from me.   We have some good memories.  I was leaning on those til we can make some more.

And so I make my way across a set of days and will be ready with Dinner for her to take home. And I am learning to have balance.  Today I worked in the garden.  I am growing sunflowers and everytime one blooms I remember the awesomeness of creation.  And I learn.

But I hope she knows when my work plate empties out in about a week...she may have to take my cooking two nights a week.  I am learning...but I am pretending to be a slow learner.  hehe....

Night Aine!

How Sweet It Is (To be Loved by You)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kSQdRz-HlJw

How Sweet It Is - James Taylor

I have been listening to this song for a lot of years.  I never really gave it a lot of thought until today.  Today this song says what I have already said in several texts to my Superman.  So I think the song says it best.

"How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you

I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were
I needed someone to understand my ups and downs and there you were
With sweet love and devotion
Deeply touching my emotion
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you
It feels so fine

I close my eyes at night
Wondering where would I be without you in my life
Everything I did was just a bore
Everywhere I went it seems I'd been there before
But you brighten up for me all of my days
With a love so sweet in so many ways
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you
It is just like sugar sometimes

You were better for me than I was for myself
For me, there's you and there ain't nobody else
I want to stop and thank you baby
I just want to stop and thank you baby

How sweet it is to be loved by you
How sweet it is to be loved by you
It's like jelly baby"

I have been struggling to figure out my feelings for him.  Todaymy blog is about what I know.  This man loves me!  This man is better for me than I am for myself.  He doesn't need me to define what I feel for him.  He can tell me he loves me, when he knows I will not be able to meet those words with reciprocity.  So my words are in this song.  Every word in this song is from me to him. 

Superman.... how sweet it is to be loved by you! And thanks for saying it, meaning it and repeating it when you know I can't! <3

I Miss My Mary Mae - Guy Forsyth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YAG8ogh5hM&playnext=1&list=PLDEB6A1AE55D4ADB4

GRACE: Kindness, favor, mercy, benevolence, leniency, blessing, honor, beautify

I said to my sister-friend the other day that grace comes from everywhere.  Since then it is like I am so much more aware of the abundance of GRACE provided in life. Today began with a violent cry.  I think that is everything in that category!  I went to work and found delight in children today.  Children are a balm of GRACE. 

To continue with that child/balm/GRACE theme, it is Thursday.  Thursday has a rhythm in my life.  It is my day I eat the same lunch.  Every Thursday I have grilled catfish, macaroni & cheese and mashed potatoes, extra tartar hold the cocktail sauce.  After work I load up my dog and drive to see my college student son.  I cook a homemade meal.  I meet him at his apartment and we eat together.  We do nothing special.  We just remember we love each other.  He is my baby so we have a close relationship.  He is the most soothing thing I have ever known in my life. Children are a balm of GRACE.

When I got home I decided to listen to some music.   I had a little playlist that includes songs that I have sat and listened to with my sister-friend.  I wasn’t sure I could do it this evening, but I did and as has been the habit I found layer upon layer of GRACE in the songs of Carolyn Wonderland and Guy Forsyth.  I hope you dear reader will connect to the link and watch this amazing song.   It caught me deep when he sang those feelings from his heart.   I can’t really share that; it is a little close to the bone.  I am not even sure I can really look at it right now. But I know this wonderful song; about the awe found in a daughter gave me peace.  Children are a balm of GRACE.

 What I know is today, children have held me.  

This song- This artist made me smile, when I was struggling to do so.

I am thankful for those things that can soothe me and hope the universe will continue to fling these little life preservers my way. 

Lean On Me - Bill Withers

Lean On Me

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPoTGyWT0Cg

I have been in a growth spot the last 6 months.  I have gotten past the failure of my marriage and I am coming to terms with the fact that a failed marriage does not make me a failure.  I have come out whole but a bit dysfunctional.  Well let me rephrase that. I have realized my dysfunction is partly to blame for the craziness of my marriage.  I am a fixer.  It would seem a lovely trait, to want to help others.  It isn't, or at least it isn't in the warped way it has roosted in my life.

I married a man that needed saving.  My soul had a jarring jolt when I realized one of my secret truths was that I married him not out of love but a sense of duty, to save him. I owed him that honesty.  Fuck that, I owed myself that honesty. It has taken a series of events to see that duty,  honor and commitment are poor substitutions for love.

I wrote in an earlier blog, entitled Trouble, about a friend that was too much work.  I love this friend dearly, but she does not love herself and I found it exhausting to fill that hole. This same friend does not love life and she harshly criticizes every conceivable thing.  Actually I have realized I have an abundantly large number of friends that NEED a lot of maintenance.  I have been weaning myself slowly from the drama.   This has been big. I have begun to see that I am lovable without having to be a fixer.

I have also been able to realize that I am a good friend in a pinch.  I am the one who won't say call me if I can do anything.  I am the person who will bring you dinner every week when you didn't ask.   If I know it has been hard, I will call you up and say pick a day and I will plan a treat.  I work on their time schedule.  I don't tell them I was up til two cooking the night before because I heard or knew this particular day or week was kicking their ass. I might not tell them I have been bailing our 3 other people who are in crisis at the same time.  I try to make it look effortless.  I try to do for them without presenting my help in a way that puts them in a position to have to do the old "You shouldn't have".  I pick the things that are not glamorous.  They are the tasks, the grut work, the in the background kind of deeds.  I don't need the glory, but at the same time I have needed the glory I give myself.

So I am trying to look at myself and prune some dead spots.  I can see my fixing is a strength and a weakness. You don't marry a man because he needs to be fixed; it is a poor substitution for love.  If you surround yourself with those in need of repair you can work on them, instead of yourself.  I also know that I good at giving.  I have an ability to see what will help and a delivery which is disarming and does not require the receiver to feel they are really asking for or receiving anything unusual.  Which brings me to this actual song and why it tells my song today.

I have a friend who really never NEEDS me.  She allows me to be gracious in my giving, but I never feel like she is one of the people I carry.  She in turn has carried me.  She was my life raft right after my divorce.  She kept me busy.  She introduced me to Superman.  She reminds me of my sister.  She has the same demeanor as my sister. I find her rational and calm.  I trust her always.  I never question her insight as it will always be well thought out, balanced and the one point of view that I could not find when I was chasing my tail.

 I took to pruning my dead wood and was making some positive steps.  It was a project that would be classified as well underway.  As is always the way in life, just as I was becoming confident in my self improvement regarding this fixing issue, I am needed.  I am trying to bring the good things forward and leave the warped things behind.

And this is where my world and hers collided.  My lovely friend, who is like a sister to me has had so many tough days.  I have watched her navigate major challenges over the last 2 years non-stop.  It has been to the point where you find yourself on the other side of "what else?".  I have learned the hard way that being able to say "what else" is a luxurious place to be.  You know life has been hard when you get to the point where you would never say "What else".  You can only arrive at that destination after you have had a long series of just plain ole bad. One morning you wake up and you realize you don't dare throw your hands in the air and shout to the heavens "WHAT ELSE?".  You get that there are probably still a shit load of buckets of crap that can be flung on you.  My friend quit saying "what else?" like anyone who has taken a multi-destination hike of misfortune. Sometimes in life everything that can go wrong does.

So I spent the evening with my sister-friend.  I planned an outing.  I did the things I am good at.  She did the things she is good at. We talked a bit about what is going on in her life.  We talked about life in general.  We were who we had always been, but I think we were who we will be too.  She is fiercely  private and her current struggle is such a personal private one. She doesn't like to need but I think I heard her agree to allow herself to be needy.  At the same time she has heard my need to be a healthy giver. In a few words she seemed to negotiate a new contract between us.   As usual with her, it was simple and understated.  And as is true to who I am, I saw the complexity in what lies behind what was said.    It wasn't a complexity of negativeness, but a complexity of grace. I say that in a way of generosity of grace towards myself (maybe a future blog will be needed to explain this).

So for now this is the song that tells the story in my life.  My friend who is full of grace has mine.  I don't know what she will need from me but I am confident I can do what she needs me to do.  I am also confident that she can do what I need her to do.  I promise to give in those ways I do it best and she promises to gently guide me when I need to do it in a why that works for her.  I promise to be able to hear her say what the boundaries are and she promises open a gate when the boundary has her blocked from receiving. So me the giver and she, who needs controlled taking, I think agreed without really agreeing to a contract between us.

I don't know where she is going with this current challenge but it looks like we may not be in Kansas any more.  She is standing there waiting to find out if she will need to seek the wizard behind the curtain for some potion like answer.  If she is off to see the wizard I am ready to walk beside her like the scarecrow, the lion and the tin man. She has my knowledge, courage and love. If all is well, I will be the first to help her celebrate. Regardless, in our silences, words and deeds she can lean on me... or  not depending on the way it plays. : )


Lean on me when your not strong.
I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on.
You just call on me sister when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on.

Forever - Ben Harper

"Forever"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHzAVDg4m1Q
I have a big debate going on in my head these days.  I keep going in circles, chasing my tail as I call it.  I get an issue in my mind and I am try to process it. My sister calls it "being stuck in her crawl".  When she has a problem she is quiet.  So I think the 'in her crawl" comment is wonderful.  She has taught me that silence isn't always a cold shoulder, but instead just a processing pause.  I wish she had told me that earlier in my life.  I am a talker, a say what you think, blunt, bossy, foot in their mouth kinda girl.  I don't like that about myself anymore.  It is part of why I am chasing my tail right now.

When you chase your tail there are 2 or 3 threads that just keep weaving in and out of your days.  You pause and think what is that about and then life distracts you and it lays until, with a jarring thud, it lands in your path AGAIN!  So I have had these pieces of vision drop around me. I know I am trying my best not to notice them but .... they are persistent.

So I got this Superman.  Life with him is unusual. I adore him.  I have begun to explore loving him.  And chasing my tail has begun. Why can't I just look at him and say I love you when something has happened between us that is tender, kind, loving, sweet, or just a moment one would consider uttering those words.  I do love him and yet I don't. It confuses me. The threads that inter-twine are bitterness vs. wisdom.  I become both characters in the movie "Out of Africa".  The scene where Meryl Streep and Robert Redford have an intense and some what uncomfortable discussion of each of their views of love.  She asks him to give up something he loves, something that is inherently part of who he is, to please her.  He in returns says his kind of love does not ask for proof or assurance. By the end of the scene it is obvious that two people who really love each other can't give each other their forevers. 

In my relationship with Superman I am both those people.  Half of me is Robert Redford.  I want that love where you are, who you are and yet you co-exist in a harmony of connectedness. I don't want to have to consider that other person when life presents its self. I want to never have to miss a sunset where I am because I have to be with Supe at a planned time. I never want to miss an adventure like Africa because of him.  So far I have had all those things.  It is a beautiful existence and yet I struggle by questioning it. I can't beat down the feeling that this thing, done this way isn't the passionate, consuming, controlling, intensity of the love I have known. So does that mean I am holding back? Bitter? Jaded? Broken? Or, am I solid, confident, happy and Good? 

Then there is the me that is Meryl. She needed promises.  She was willing to stand alone and care for herself if loving him required it.  But in return he would need to pay the penitence that she had prescribed for loving her. She reasoned that loving him made her reconcile her own needs so he would need to do the same as proof of an equal love.  I needed that same thing in the past!  Like Meryl I gave away some things I could not afford to lose. You think if I do this, he will do this.  When he doesn't you doubt his love and lay a brick in the wall.  Did Meryl miss the point and deny herself the thing she always wanted, to be loved for who she was? Or was she right.  This man made no promises of forever.  What if she got sick? Lost the farm? 

So here is the tail chasing. I like the Superman/Robert Redford version of love.  But I have this back music playing.  It is a whole different sound track that will not stay in the background.  That song screams...you are a fool.  This superman kinda love isn't real.  It is a fake empty version of love because it has no passion.  It is I will stay as long as life is rosy and not too demanding, fair weather love. Where does that come from??????  It makes no sense to me, yet it will NOT go away.

Turning back to argue in circles,  that Superman kind of love demands that you bring your best to the table everyday because you haven't committed until death do you part.  Instead you have said I will stand here as long as I, we enjoy standing here.  I will love you until I don't.  That is it...I think that is all we ever promise anyway.  Sure I see people (mostly the young) look at each other with forever glances.  I know that look won't be found on many days on the road ahead.  IS THAT BITTER OR WISE? Come tail, come! 

Well let's keep going....
Forever forever or forever as long as we agree to it?
Free or not loved enough to be held (sometimes too tightly) on to?
Carefully treading forward or not real love cause you can contain it?
Understanding EVERYTHING is temporary anyway or being pessimistic?

Today... I am in Robert Redford point of view.  I am listening to an understanding of great complication to me.  I don't need promises, other than I will give my best until I don't. Superman has my forever. 

Not talkin' 'bout a year
No not three or four
I don't want that kind of forever
In my life anymore

I will continue to struggle with why I can't stand up and tell him and the world I can promise I will be there for always.  I can't say I will stay through thick and thin.  I think I can stay for the rough days when life kicks dirt in our faces.  But I can't stay if he kicks dirt in my face.  I don't know if I can live this Robert Redford love that takes no prisoners and extracts no toll.  And yet to me it seems the only way worth doing.  Why promise to love each when later on you won't?  I don't wanna stick around anymore when someone quits loving me.  I am alright with that.  But that runs counter to the twisted view of love I have had.  I thought you stick no matter what.  Quitting is for pussies!

I currently subscribe to the staying-past when-it-is-fun-is-folly group.  But I chase my tail often...am I really just fooling myself that I can believe in a Robert Redford kind of love? Or will I always revert to my Meryl role?  On good days, I see clearly which is pure and which is marred.  On bad days I chase my tail.

So for today, in this moment of quiet on a blissful Saturday morning, Robert Redford is sprawled out in my sitting room floor and I tell him to follow his dreams I will be here.  And in these good moments I see that I can't say I will be right here when he returns (I might be out chasing a sunset of my own), but I will make my way back to him.  We will come back to each other... until we don't.  Isn't that the only forever we really have?  Or is that admitting defeat before you start?  Where is that fucking tail?


Forever always seems
to be around when things begin
but forever never seems
to be around when things end

Fact or fitful thought?

Let Him Fly - Patti Griffith

Let Him Fly

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9g5d4bZdmI


This song should have been lying at my feet by some twist of fate when I finally knew it was time to go.  It would be the perfect parting piece.  But that would be back in that place where I was angry.  In that place I would have twisted the shredded slivers of my soul on the song's line ...

"Ain't no talkin to this man, ain't no pretty other side".
 I hated him.  I blamed him for the worse crime of all; He MADE me hate myself.  He told me lies, but I had to tell myself lies to be able to keep standing there.  Don't get me wrong.  He did some really not nice things.  But so did I. 

It wasn't the lies that got us, his or mine.  It was the truths we didn't tell.

He never told me he didn't want to ever marry me until it was done.  He didn't say it as a hateful jab.  Well, yes he did, but it was a truth, not just words meant to hurt.  The second I heard it, I think I knew it was true.  I just couldn't face it until now. More than all the lies he ever told, it was this simple truth that would have saved us from each other.  I want to tell him it was his job as a decent person to tell me that.  AND KEEP TELLING ME UNTIL HE HEARD IT.  It would have been ugly, I expect not too fun.  But I know it would have been okay.

"Ain't no way to understand the stupid words of pride"
My lie was to us both.  The first time he cheated, it cut me deep. I was young and we were married just about a year.  I moved out for a bit with a girlfriend.  He said all the right things and I went back. It would happen again and again. Somewhere in there fairly early on; I quit loving him. I just couldn't say that.  I didn't want to fail.  It was my pride, I realize now.


You know the light has left his face but you can't recall just where or why
Somewhere in there I quit believing. Somewhere in those infidelities I lost the light in his face.  Yet, I kept on going on like it mattered.  I built reasons in my head why I couldn't quit. I should have been more honest.  I should have told him I lost the light. Instead I blamed him.  I blamed him for what he did (oh and he did), but I also saw grievances where there were none.  I realize now our marriage was over almost before the ink was dry on the marriage certificate.  I am no less guilty, I am just guilty of different crimes.


It would take an acrobat and I already tried all that so

We spent so many years trying to hold on. I want to think it was a noble gesture.  We had some good times, but we had some really bad ones.  He tried for a while and then I would try for a while.  The rough spots came I think when neither of us was pulling for the other.  I think during those times we plodded along for the sake of the kids.  It just got too hard.  We got too tired.  And finally...

It took awhile to understand the beauty of just letting go

Still to the end it was a war to see who would hollar uncle.  I ranted and raved I would not do this again with you.  I must have said it 1000 times.  Like in the beginning you didn't tell me you didn't want to marry me.  And in the end you would not tell me you wanted to un-marry me.  So you did it your way.  You strayed.  You were caught. You waited to see if I would do what I said.  I was your russian roulette... and I realized....

Of the choices we are given it's no choice at all
That nothing before me felt like a choice.  I knew in the bottom of my soul...

 I just went and cut right through it
I was never gonna do this again and I knew...

And there ain't no talkin' to this man, he's been tryin' to tell me so
And you wake up and you just know...

But you must always know how long to stay and when to go
I'm gonna let him fly

I'm gonna let him fly, fly, oh

But there is more.  A friend asked the other day about forgiveness. I have made it to forgiveness for these wrongs.  His wrongs.  I have admired that about myself.  I have admired that about him.  Forgiveness allows me to enjoy what I like and admire about my ex now.  He is a kind and loving father.  He is good and kind to me whenever an occasion presents its self.  I see how he seeks to place his new partner on one side and me on the other at family gatherings.  He does that to tell me we, he and I still head our family.  He knows that is important to me. His kindness is not lost on me. I hope that he sees something in my actions that says the same to him.  And so he and I dance in forgiveness. 

We have managed that for 3 years or so now.  It isn't a fluke.

But now as I have found my footing and some direction.  I have been planted in a garden that fulfills me and nurtures me. As Voltaire said, we must tend our garden.  Part of my tending has been to prune myself.  I have looked back and seen my pride and was not pleased.  I have seen the damage of my own lies.  I have seen the truths I didn't say.

But I have also seen, the grace in my forgiveness. By forgiving him, I have no reason to not forgive myself. 

In this story at least...

There's no mercy in a live wire, no rest at all in freedom ... without forgiveness.