Thursday, March 4, 2010

handling a new battle/dream/hope/challenge

March 4th 2010


I am feeling a little overwhelmed. And really drained. Teary eyed. I want you. I want your arms. I miss their safety. I cannot call. The epitome of hypocrisy.
It is a can of worms that is beginning –that I have talked about/begun to begin an opening. I want you. I want your safety. I want to crawl inside the dark cave of you in my memory, curl into the fetal position and only feel you surrounding me. I want to be ensconced in water, immersed in the scent of your body, drenched in holier than thou fluidity.

Where are you? Not even I have begun knowing. I resentfully finger for the handle of the shovel and beg myself to not begin digging. Done. You are done and … I told myself buried. Why are you still safety? The sky is falling and I want safety.

Can I be my own safety?


This time. Without / no life line. I am afraid. These possibilities are scary. You have said. We have said. So many things. Did you mean it? When you told unconditionally?

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Renewal

It was a crazy busy February (as one can see I had no posts) but this is much needed, as it comes on a Tuesday, the theme for this week it RENEWAL.

There are 2 weeks left in the quarter I have 3 major projects due by the end of it and life has been busy busy lately. So I'm feeling a bit of kilter. I'm experiencing a lack of motivation-regards to coursework, general mood, eating habits, and workout routines. So come on life/God/universe/myself I'm in need of a sense of renewal.

Definition:
*reclamation: the conversion of wasteland into land suitable for use of habitation or cultivation
*refilling: filling again by supplying what has been used up
*regenerate: reestablish on a new, usually improved, basis or make new or like new
*tending to impart new life and vigor to

Renew:
*to make new or as if new again; make young, fresh, or strong again; bring back into good condition
*to give new spiritual strength to
*to cause to exist again; reestablish; revive
*to begin again; take up again; resume

I think of water, I think of the fluidity of water. Running over stones, smoothing to pebbles. I think of fresh smooth nude skin. I think of slow inhales, hold, exhale; I think of Yoga - child's pose, corpse pose, silent dark room, quiet, attempting to exist in the blank, in the clouds, to be to think nothing. I think of wet dirt under quick feet, trails between large pines weaving through paths that invite. I think of water falling from showerhead overwhelming dampening hair slick down back. I need all these things. I need to clear my head.