I try to be open hearted. Open to love in its many forms. But I don't always interpret it correctly. I accept it without judgement. But other people give with defining regulations, whether or not they admit it. If I lived in my world, we would all have some weird version of a hippie commune. We could touch and hold and comfort, kiss and cry and yell. We would listen and work out to the best of our ability. We'd learn when to push an issue and when to offer space.
All I have ever wanted, really, is to be loved in a comforting and safe place. To FEEL the idea of not alone. And I had that. Perhaps people don't get that often. Perhaps what happens is we all get it, but in sparing and strange dollops, like a cinnamon crumble topping on a blueberry dessert bread. For a while, we have too much...perhaps we take it for granted. And then all of a sudden there is none.
I don't think I ever took John for granted. The depth and simplicity of his love amazed me. I thought today, about something totally unrelated, what would John say about this? And then I thought that it might help if I applied that to other parts of my life. Specifically this big lonely that I carry. But that didn't work, because he'd tell me to stop flirting with anyone I was flirting with and love on him. Which I would do gladly...
The Id doesn't learn. It wants. Regardless of social skills...we all fantasize and reach for whatever seems close, suggestive in its libidinousness, tender in its clarity, safe in the distance of it all...
Things don't work out how you plan, even when you don't plan. I shunned planning. John was the second best accident of my life, aside from our Neil. And he was perfect in his imperfection, everything I needed not because he was everything, but because he knew that he wasn't, that I wasn't, and he wanted me anyway.
Because of my past I wonder more than I might...I know the power of being alone. I know that only by loving yourself and being in a strong and confident place are you likely to find whole and healthy relationships. I also know that, as a mother, if you duck your head and focus on your babies and getting through, you might look up and realize you missed most of your life and you are now almost dead.
I had an amazing chance. I didn't blow it. I took it and rode it till the end. Yet I am left with a responsibility that loves me back deeply, but that needs beyond my borders. I am left with my smile, my community, my pets, my fear, my
I want to wear it the right way. I want to respect it, my Lonely. I want to acknowledge it so that I can honor John and his love. And I want to move on in order to do the same. And, really, I don't know how to do any of it.
I just want a safe, made up place, full of love and tenderness, free of judgment and definition...so I look for places where my mind can spin and my fingers go numb. A place where I can wonder and think and hope. A place that isn't anywhere.