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Saturday, April 3, 2010

Day #15. Theme: "What connects me in my relationships"

#15. Theme: "What connects me in my relationships."
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  1. Janet MaykusApril 3, 2010 at 9:32 AM

    I was a bumpkin.

    I probably still am a bumpkin.

    We were good people. We tried hard, but we had a lot of limitations. We just did not know any better.

    We were small town people. My dad was a country boy with immigrant parents. He ran away from home at 13 or 14. He joined the Navy and WWII at 17. He had to learn to swim.

    My mother was from the midwest. She had a mother who was wild as a young woman. She settled down and became crabby. My mom graduated from high school. She had a taste for nice things.

    Then they married. For 62 years or so they've been unhappily married and miserable.

    I met his parents when I was in college. I think I fell more in love with them than I was with him.

    She was my idol. Family, law degree, judge, collector of art, world traveler. She seemed whole. She didn't need to get out, to get away. She lived in her skin. She admitted her flaws, she laughed.

    She loved me. She said kind things to me. She encouraged and believed in me. She never seemed afraid.

    I wanted to be like her.

    I lost her in the divorce.

    Blood is thicker than water.

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  2. Janet MaykusApril 3, 2010 at 9:35 AM

    Raging disappointment binds me to a dream.

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  3. AnonymousApril 3, 2010 at 4:58 PM

    inkydinkyparlezvous: sorry to hear about the "blood thicker than water".. i feel your loss. I lost my beloved to death, and his mother kept the dream alive.. we drifted apart. ebbs and flows.. remember one door closes, another opens! fresh beginnings like Spring, like this 27-day workshop. feminine power. you will find more feminine connections.

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  4. AnonymousApril 3, 2010 at 5:03 PM

    We share the bonds of friendship, like the boy and girl next door. Strange as we didn’t grow up on the same continent. We just fit the puzzle pieces together easily.

    The puzzle changes often though. Just when one theme is pieced together—it’s broken down into pieces and a new puzzle needs to be completed. Sort of like a Rubik cube, perhaps?

    Though puzzles are messy. More complicated. If one piece is missing, then it’s never complete. Really annoying how that works. You could just deal with the missing piece. That one missing puzzle piece could be the weak link. Suddenly you could be missing more and more pieces. It all falls apart.

    Part 2: To breathe and be healthy.. Can't make others demons disappear. Through osmosis the transfer and touch me on the surface..

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  5. AnonymousApril 3, 2010 at 5:04 PM

    It's the promise on the horizon that keeps me.

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  6. AnonymousApril 3, 2010 at 5:06 PM

    inkydinkyparlezvous: I love the bumpkin. The word is so warm and lovely. I want to hug that bumpkin!

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  7. AnonymousApril 3, 2010 at 5:06 PM

    Happy happy Saturday everyone!

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  8. caroApril 3, 2010 at 6:29 PM

    With one hand on the eject button
    and the other on the pause
    Defence mechanisms
    allow the freedom
    to compose
    which in turn defines
    the status quo
    of, if and then
    and where are we now
    Beyond that
    RADAR - and a balanced
    understanding of poker

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  9. Shame ShamanApril 3, 2010 at 9:57 PM

    Amy, I feel her in my face. A gentle smile and yet tears well up, stinging my early morning eyes. Then the tension in my jaw, a combination of both the love, and yes, the hate, built up, unsaid. How do you say, I hate you, you’ve ruined my life, to your first born?

    And it’s not even true, at least not for my daughter. The painful words ring in my right ear, that’s where they lie – ah, play on words, tricky words. Yes, it is a lie. I didn’t ruin my mother’s life.

    Then why couldn’t she love me, the child inside asks. Tears bring me back to this moment, the salty taste, the slow movement down my face, like a bug meandering. And still the clenched jaw. What if I relax now? Ah, then my gut flares up. They work together, holding back the wails. Deep breath. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m more than okay, I’m fabulous. Feel my gut expand.

    #2 …vacant behavior I taught, modeled for you. Of course I could blame my mother, as she blames hers, but that’s bullshit. Oh crap, I just realized I’m waiting for you to forgive me.

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  10. caroApril 4, 2010 at 12:31 AM

    shame shaman - I think we're all in the same pot hole - we have that in common - and yea, we have that in common - an understanding that, well, the common bond is just that.....

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  11. AnonymousApril 4, 2010 at 4:38 AM

    Caro: so powerful how your few words define and express.

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  12. Skull SwingerApril 4, 2010 at 11:47 AM

    ...I remember the first time I touched her. It was a hug. We had never formally met, but spent formative years around each other. We were now in the same city, directly across the street. It was her front door. She was wearing an angora sweater, although it was probably a knit or a poly-wool blend, my right hand reached behind her and I felt a softness that sent a lightening bolt to my childhood. These were layers of quiet pillows, her sweater and then her skin, all of it was beyond soothing, all of it invited, “You are here, you are safe, you are home, come into me.”

    We exchanged pleasantries, stories, I could smell her from across the room, we were adults in the world now. Her roommate Janelle joined, we went downtown to Union Square to the newly opened Coffee Shop. We left Janelle out. The months that followed were about cappuccino, walks in the park and food; Pappardellas, Around The Clock, Mamoun’s, Mary Ann’s, 6th Street, Teddy’s, Odeon, Tomoe Sushi, DoJo, BBQ, Kiev, Veselka, Nirvana, Mesa Grille…it goes on.

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