Tuesday, June 23, 2015


As I mentioned before, I am living through some life changes and there is some grieving that goes with these changes.  I am cleaning out my email and came across these other thoughts on grief and moving.

The grief in trying to work through my relationship with my mother and the need to say goodbye....

i want to owe her to have a reason to stay in the relationship and the fact that i don't is part of the grief and the grief is all that is really there in the relationship and when I think of many of the very significant moments of growing up I was alone.  Alone and not allowed to talk about so many things.  Not allowed to retain memories.  Not to know truths or heal.  Alone in that every conversation we have where I rip the bandage off the next time she ignores and I am alone with the memory and the reality and futility of it.  Alone in dealing with my special child and learning disabilities and social issues growing up.   Alone feeling stupid with a smart parent.  A talented parent.  A more pretty parent.  Alone with my first period and realizing the loss of family in that moment.  Lost to all those celebrations, all those moments of ordinary and sublime that were broken with her tantrums or mood or misreading.

I mourn.  I feel the openness of my back keenly (I am working through a visualization of my open body).  The cauterized wounds of my evisceration.  Where the fish and sand have eased some of the sharpest points.  I have progressed in these five years, but the core issues are the same. Why cannot I change?  What is holding me back?  Are these the wrong changes for me?  Have I simply not had the basics in place to support the changes?  Am I incapable of change?

I am bowed over in grief.  I am swamped by it.  I am a nice, rich white middle class girl.  Well educated and resources and it is all too much.  Am I over sensitive?  Is the culture, these spaces we have made for ourselves sick?  I want a real relationship with my children that extends through time.  I want reality even thought it hurts.  I feel the wounds.  I feel the wind on me.  I feel bear and wolf beside me.  I feel the burden of a lot of questions to be lived.  I must challenge myself.  I survived this last crisis better than the one before.  It is slowly getting better.  I just want to be rid of_____.  I do not want to say the word any more.  How to mourn or stop mourning?
I ate to be sick today.  I am sick in my core.  I feel the dirt and disorder.  I fell the urge to call and the urge to be alone and angry.  I am tired.  I am bent in pain.  I want to buy.  I want to live through that to create a temporary difference a pretend better future through my purchase.  I want to rest in that neutral space.  Unknown where I can make any reality and imagine any number of futures.  Do I rob moments of time for my children with these trips?  I am oversaturated with sound and thoughts and people. 

 I am happier today.  The work helps.  It makes me feel strong and ok with being tired.  I was upset last night.  I did not want to come.  I did not want to talk to her to have her come even to invade my space with her voice and unreality.  I am still open.  Grasp in the arms of bear and world.  The spine left out, vulnerable.  I saw it as an I.  I sense that I need to know this I before I can move on to build from this space.  The I of my spine was held by her to a great extent and while there is much there I need to go in one direction of the other in order to let things heal and let the skin move back over me.

Wolf Art - I want to get something like this to cover up my wrist tattoo
 Bear I ask you to take your strong hands and pull me even more asunder.  Let the sunshine on me to bleach these bones, to cast deep shadows and dancing light across the scars.  Wolf use your teeth.  Pull it back.  I want all revealed.  I want to be seen.  I am broken a lesson for others.  A signpost.  A memory.  Oh ancestors.  Your legacy so deep and complex.  I know these truths.  I must be connected to the earth.  I live to feel it’s cold and the wind brings me cleansing peace.  I am a child of the sun.  I was made to watch and to tell back.  I was made to talk strong and with health.  But my tread is heavy.  I am tired and pulled down.  I am weighed by my worries and fear.  I long for rest to connect to the earth and her animals.  To speak to the wind again.  I will listen for her.

What I have been trying to live for the past few years has had limited success to some extent.  I have gone back on things back to old habits for expediency and for the sake of fitting in a little.  I am trying not to save so much stuff for the catastrophes feel ready to move on, professionally and personally, mentally and physically and how can I do it?  I know all the change management rhetoric, all the logical ideas for why I need to change and take up another path, yet I do not.  I am afraid?  Too comfortable in mediocrity?  To tired in all that is this current life?  Am I afraid to let go those last bond of what holds me to her and forge my own way?  To let goes says that there is nothing there and that scares me.  I will be alone, unmothered, the same as I am now but in open all others will see it too.  I feel it a dirty secret some of us have.  This fractured relationships with our parents and we don’t like to see it usually.  What if that should be us with our children?  The real fear I think.


"Women often find themselves in a caring role, putting their own needs last. This can grossly undermine their sense of worth, their opinions and strengths. In due course, a woman may come to feel she is an unimportant, silent witness to the abuses she has to endure. She may lose her sense of identity, power and rights. To survive, she may cut herself off from her real needs"

This quote spoke to me.  I feel like my needs are sort of met but in a way that is harmful to others and so I feel guilty about it.    I am on fire.  I feel the flames in my back around the bleached bones of my spine.  I will live this openness for 13 days more.  I am not going to fight the food.  I am going to sink deep into myself and listen to me and the wind and the earth and I am not going to plan or fight or push.  I am going to float and be.  On that Tuesday I am going to take some time and rebuild a plan and start closing off and protecting some of those sore places.  I want to sleep and play lego and sit at the park and on the back poach and create and listen to my children as they live.  I want to breathe and feel real things under my toes. I am so tired.  So lacking in space right now.

I sat for those days and breathed.  I let my open back feel the wind and I lived the questions.  I have come to the answer small for now.  I need to be small. To live in small and embrace small for my body, life and mind.  We spend small this weekend.  We kept close to home.  We looked after ours. We practiced being.  I am going to changes and that is my keep word.  I will keep on keeping on.  I need to bring back in the broken skin of my back now.  I need to protect my spine and that I.  I float away from the earth.  I can see all below me.  So small and insignificant.  I am left just with me.  My own thoughts and breath.  I am eagle. 

The wind lifts me up  I come down to the salt pillar at pillar lake.  A sacred place that scared me as a child.  How many ancestor feet have walked this path?   I always wondered what was in the hills as we drove and we never stopped to explore.  Gordon always said latter.  That never happened. I remember the fear of you that made us so often aware of our circumstances most clearly.  I run my spine along the pillar.  The sun shines down on it.  The salt stings.  I push hard against the stone.  I draw power from the earth herself.  I stand tall and reach for the sky.  I want to put four things in for the four seasons, directions and my four commitments to myself.  That I will not starve if I do not eat now.  That I can be small and that is ok.  That I can make good choices.  I have started out on this journey before and succeeded.  And that I can forgive myself.

I always did like an ostrich... "Omaëlle", 30x40, acrylique sur toile by Sophie Wilkins Arts
Omaëlle", 30x40, acrylique sur toile by Sophie Wilkins Arts
For the fear of starving I will give myself a ember from the fire, that I will not be alone or in the dark or hungry again, that I carry a bit of this comfort within me.  I will place this over my left thigh.  For my fear to be small, I will put the power of the wind -who does not even have a body, but who can be a mighty force.  I will place this over my right thigh.  For my ability to succeed, I will place an eagle feather over my left shoulder.  For my forgiveness. I will place the water who is eternally moving on and forward.  In my belly I put the solidness of the earth which holds me.  I am beautiful and worthy of love.  I can do things that matter.  I can live with dignity and grace.  I care for others and not lose myself and often in caring for myself I can care better for others.  I will not let things distract me.  I will not give time to those who hurt me.  I will strive for small.  I will make small as I go through life and I will work to embody small in my mind and body. This is not about losing weight, but it is about finding me that me that is lost beneath all this stuff and overwhelmed by the eating and the guilt and the anger at____.  The anger at me.  I have a safe space to be in.  Bear and wolf pull the pieces together.  Patch the red wounds with moss and fir.  I will go down the mountain with you and bathe in the lake.  Then I will find a place to rest before beginning my journey.  Thanks to my faithful friends.  The pebbles are cold beneath my feet as we come down the mountain.  The small stones slip and some dust is raised.  The water embraces me.  I dive deeply.  I will swim to the other side and find an evergreen to make shelter for this afternoon to rest and let these wounds begin to heal.

Moondance - Annette Hendricks
I need to dance when the wounds are better.  My mind dances, with all the possibilities.  My soul dances.  The pine needles smell fresh and tart.  I have found and clarified me.  I will enjoy the silence of only being me in this space.  I will learn to walk alone with confidence.  I will learn to walk with dignity and respect.  My body I love you for carrying me for so long without thanks or care.  For bearing children and keeping me going through difficult times.  Now I will look after you also.  I will be your support and let your rest for some time.  You are amazing.  I have abused you and will stop this.  It may not always be a perfect path forward and old habits will be hard to let go, but I will do it.  You are important and you matter to me because you are part of me.  You are an important part of me.  I respect and love you.  I listen to your heart beating.  The breathing, the living that you get on with even in my abuse.  I will bear the scars of the things I have done for a long time.  They will be a memorial for us.  It is done.  It is begun.
In reading this, I remember what I have to pull from.  I need to live these things and come back to these answers and spaces over and over again.  I must let go of the shame.  I have done these things to survive.


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