I found me

I looked everywhere,
and when I came back,
I found me.
– Suanne

It seems like I have spent a huge part of my life trying to be someone else. I keep “becoming” other people (I’m not talking about split-personalities) I’m talking about personal evolution. That’s what growing up and learning is all about. That’s the honest process of life.

I see so many people standing in one place, people who could be so much more, people who are not even close to fulfilling their life potential. That saddens me. I have this terrible habit, when I realize a relationship, friendship, romance, etc. is going to end I tell the truth – not that I lie to people normally, but I tell them the things they don’t want to hear about themselves. I’ve always hoped that they would consider it a gift one day, something that helped them change their lives for the better. I’m brutally honest with myself too, so I don’t play favorites.

I guess my philosophy is that it’s very unfair for an ex-whatever to walk around and say things like “He’d have been great if only he could have…” or “She’d have been great if only she had…”. Sharing the insights of the people you’ve known intimately with them is a gift. Why not just say those things out loud? Why do we think it’s wrong to do that? I don’t think it is wrong, even if someone doesn’t like hearing it maybe one day that will be the thing that gives them strength to face something they have been hiding from.

Speak the truth but leave immediately after.
– Slovenian Proverb

I’m working on my own personal truisms, I have to figure out how to do this “boy-girl thing”, I want to learn how to stop pushing the people I most care for away, it would be nice if I could let someone take care of me without worrying about whether or not they’ll be there tomorrow.

I’m always surprised when a lesson pops up in front of me. That’s been happening a lot in the last few years, maybe because acknowledgment is the first step towards opening yourself up to solutions and resolution. If you’re willing to see it, perhaps the answer is always in arms reach.

I don’t know if that’s true or not, I kind of hope so.

What does not destroy me…

What does not destroy me
makes me strong.
– Freidrich Nietzsche

I confuse myself and most of the men I meet by being positive, upbeat and well understanding my value, attractiveness and worth, then turning into the scared, insecure and frantic woman my mother chose for me to be.

It’s almost as if I were Snow White, the princess sentenced to death by her stepmother for fulfilling her potential. I retreated into failed relationships and food to give me a shroud and walls to keep her away from me. (I feel I should add that I recently read this paragraph in shock. Did I say I hid from her behind my weight? Yes, I did. But isn’t it true I hide from everyone that way? Or, am I still hiding from her?)

She led me to believe that it was wrong to be desirable, that if men desired me I should be ashamed of inspiring that in them.

How can you have a healthy relationship with someone if you’re wrong to make them want to be with you? You can’t. If you believe you shouldn’t be desired then a relationship can only happen with someone who doesn’t want you, and they can’t be the best person for you. And if they do want you then you feel you have to run and hide, heaven help you if someone is actually nice. Why do women choose the bad boys who treat them poorly? I have a few theories.

I’m sure you can see where my love hate struggle with my self, body and love found root.

Intellectually I don’t believe the negatives my mother handed to me in the bucket, but emotionally it’s very hard to let go of them and when I feel very vulnerable, when a man desires me, or even if a man is simply nice, I often dig into that bucket and wear my mothers image and my mothers shame.

Living life – A fresh sheet of ice

You never know when the next thing that happens is going to be the biggest, brightest, and best thing that has ever happened to you. It would be a shame for you to miss it because of a little apprehension.

It’s amazing how little things can shape or change our lives. When I was 11 a friend of mine who was taking Ice Skating lessons really wanted me to go skating. My Mother said I couldn’t go even if her mother paid for it. We ended up telling her mother I had permission to go. It was a lie that altered my life. I was exuberant; I skated with confidence around the rink, balancing better on the skates than my friend who’d been taking lessons. New lessons were beginning in just a week so I bravely took the flier home to my mother and told her about them. I begged and pleaded until she gave in and agreed to sign me up. She thought it would be only for the summer, but it is a love that has lasted 22 years.

I did very well for the level I achieved, really very low compared to the skaters you see on TV, but good enough to be have been accepted into the Ice Capades at the age of 17 (if only I could lose 9 lbs. – another story for another day). Skating was like dancing and flying to me, all about doing the things that my body showed me it loved. I could spin and jump and feel free. I loved just moving to the music, doing whatever felt right – people loved to watch me skate. I wish I could explain the feeling that I find in my body and soul when I’m skating, it’s euphoric.

I love the smell of an ice rink, the crispness of the air, the cold, and the sweat, I even love falling. One of the best things about the rink was just after the zam resurfaces the ice leaving it one smooth glistening surface and each move you make on it was etched clearly, each edge, turn, spin, and jump. I loved to watch the etchings in the ice, to hear my blades creak on a deep edge and swoosh on a hockey stop. Looking at the clean glistening surface was always so amazing to me, it’s still exciting to me even though I’ve seen it thousands of times.

I rarely skate anymore although you’ll trip over two pairs of skates if you walk through my hallway. The last time I went skating was 8 months ago, I can’t tell you how surprised I was to find myself giggling and grinning almost the moment I stepped on the ice.

Yes, there is a point to all of this… but I have to say something else first.

My Mother died in February of 1998 after an 8 year battle with Cancer. I have a lot of emotional issues with my Mother and was very hurt when she got sick because I knew she’d never be well enough again for us to have a chance to heal them together. Her last 6 months or so were really hard for the whole family and the end was just horrible, there is simply no other way to describe it. I tried to prepare my children for what was happening and for the eventuality of her death, the issues of grief that they would deal with, along with the grief process the other grown-ups in their lives would go through. I must have done a really good job because 6 or 8 weeks after her death I was apologizing for my son for being stressed out and losing my temper and he said to me “That’s okay Mom, stress is a part of grief”.

During 1998 I felt that I was in transition, that something in my life was changing and that things would somehow be different when I passed through “this door”, whatever it was. The first couple of months after my mother died were like sleep walking and I honestly don’t remember much of what happened from the fall of 1997 until the summer of 1998. It was hard and there were wonderful people supporting me that’s just about all I know.

So my point… Looking forward in my life these days is like looking out across the boards onto a clean sheet of ice and all I can think of is what kind of etchings am I going to make in it? I’m excited and hopeful and I can’t wait to take that first step, to push and glide and fly.

Sarah’s Gift

“It’s just you and me and the rain. It’s the blind leading the blind. If God will send his Angels, and God will send a sign, and if God will send his Angels will everything be fine?”
-U2

The other night I asked Sarah if she remembered being an Angel before she came to me. She said “yes” and very solemnly told me…

In heaven she watched over me more than anyone else. She watched with my two great-grandmother’s, both named Sara. She said she picked flowers there, for their dresses, the Sara’s had beautiful wings. She even picked flowers for their shoes, except that you don’t have to wear shoes ever there. You can go barefoot everywhere because there are no rocks.

The only place you can find rocks is next to the pond, for skipping. There is a certain amount of rocks there and after you’ve skipped some they come back every night while you’re sleeping.

One day she used up all the rocks and in the morning they hadn’t come back. That was the day she came to earth to be with me.

Sarah started to cry and told me that she missed the Sara’s. I was crying too, and I hugged her and thanked her for giving it all up to come and be with me. Later she said that it was beautiful there, that everyone is kind to one another and there are no bad people.

I don’t think my daughter has ever skipped rocks.

Luscious, Voluptuous, Womanly, Feminine

I stand before you, in the image of the Goddess, in the form of her love and fidelity to humankind, her promise, her song.

These lush curves proclaiming fertility and femininity in womanly form and fashion.

My hair fine as silk, fragrant ready to sweep across my lovers cheek in moments of blissful abandon.

My cheekbones high below brilliant eyes filled with the knowledge and promise ever seeking answers.

Sweet lips of a gentle mouth urging forward truth, hope, and growth through exploration.

My pink tipped breasts covering the beating of a loving, passionate and honest heart.

Soft gentle hands caress away the past pull forwards towards a new beginning, towards hope and promise.

My belly curved from childbirth a badge of honor worn proudly proclaiming to the world my fertility.

The curve of my hip, sweetly round to caress towards the sweet apex where buttock meets thigh.

My strong shapely legs and thighs covered with smooth white skin, ready to spread and softly pillow my lovers hips.

Dimpled knees to kneel in prayer and reverence.

Strong and sensual feet firmly stand before you. A vision of a woman, in the image of the Goddess, aching for adoration.

I just want you to know who I am

And, I don’t want the world to see me,
cause I don’t think that they’d understand.
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.
– Goo Goo Dolls

A wonderful psychic friend of mine, Suzanne Radell, sat with me in the dark of the evening. She read my aura and gave me a gift, a hint of who I am, of my true potenital and I feel blessed that she chose to give me such a wonderful gift.

My Being:
Total Pure Joy
Total Separateness
Total Merger

My Path:
Show others by example how to think outside the box
Explore the nuances: To see shades of grey, not black and white.
Show people how to experience pure Joy

The Key to My Existence: CREATIVITY