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Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Requiem
When somebody loved me,
Everything was beautiful.
Every hour we spent together lives within my heart...

...When she loved me

-Sarah McLachlan, "When She Loved Me", Toy Story 2 soundtrack

Labels: lyrical gangsta

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Thursday, September 18, 2008
Eat Pray Love
I had a whole intro to this post, and it disappeared when I published. [insert murderous thoughts here]. Something hinky is going on with my draft folder...

The nutshell: I missed the bus on this when it was all the rage, but glad I took the ride now. Here are all the passages I re-copied into my journal. Read it for yourself, no matter your theology (as you might imagine I squinted at quite a few things described), and you'll have lots of your own passages to dog-ear, too, I would imagine.

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[pg. 12]
..I only exhausted him. We both knew there was something wrong with me and he'd been losing patience with it. We'd been fighting and crying, and we were weary in a way that only a couple whose marriage is collapsing can be weary. We had the eyes of refugees.

[pg. 21]
Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story ... when the drug is withheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but who now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore - despite the fact that you KNOW he has it hidden somewhere, god*mn it, because he used to give it to you for free) ... Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has become repulsed by you. He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with a high passion

...during the worst ugliness of divorce (a life experience my friend Brian has compared to "having a really bad car accident every single day for about two years")...

[pg. 58]
He says all Americans are like this: repressed. Which makes them dangerous and potentially deadly when they do blow up.
"A savage people," he diagnoses.

[pg. 83]
The other alternative in the backs of our minds, of course, was that one of us might change. He might become more open and affectionate, not withholding himself from anyone who loves him on the fear that she would eat his soul. Or I might even learn how to ... stop trying to eat his soul.

[pg. 102]
In Venice in the Middle Ages there was once a profession for a man called a Codega - a fellow you hired to walk in front of you at night with a lit lantern, showing you the way, scaring off thieves and demons, bringing you confidence and protection through the dark streets.

[pg. 122]
...the built-in glitches of the human condition, which I'm going to over-simply define here as the heartbreaking inability to sustain contentment.

[pg. 132]
I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the, "monkey mind" - the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl.

[pg. 141]
"That's just your ego, trying to make sure it stays in charge. This is what your ego does. It keeps you feeling separate, keeps you with a sense of duality, tries to convince you that you're flawed and broken and alone instead of whole"

[pg. 148]
He says, "Give it another six months, you'll feel better."
"I've already given it twelve months, Richard."
"Then give it six more. Just keep throwin' six months at it till it goes away. Stuff like this takes time."

[pg. 150]
"You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughtta be."

[pg 155]
Letting go, of course, is a scary enterprise for those of us who believe that the world revolves only because it has a handle on the top of it which we personally turn, and that if we were to drop this handle for even a moment, well - that would be the end of the universe.

[pg. 157]
"There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all thought history. How much do you love me? -and- Who's in charge? Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up and cause war, grief and suffering" ... it is only questions of longing and control that emerge to agitate me, and this agitation is what keep me from evolving forward.

[pg. 171]
you cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water.

[pg. 175]
In the search for God, you revert from what attracts you and swim toward that which is difficult ... Faith is walking face-first and full-speed into the dark.

[pg. 207]
"Imagine that the universe is a great spinning engine," he said. "You want to stay near the core of the thing - right in the hub of the wheel - not out at the edges where all the wild whirling takes place, where you can get frayed and crazy. The hub of calmness - that's your heart. That's where God lives within you. So stop looking for answers in the world. Just keep coming back to that center and you'll always find peace."

[pg. 279]
"I think she had a secret mind inside her other mind, nobody can see inside there."

Labels: other people's words

posted by Adventures in Stepford @ 4:35 PM   1 comments
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Let it Fade
Have you been walking on a surface that's uncertain?
Have you helped yourself to everything that's empty?

You can't live this way too long.
There's more than this, more than this.

Have you been standing on your own feet too long?
Have you been looking for a place where you belong?

You can rest, you will find rest.

Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Let this new life offered be your saving grace.

Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade.

Have you been holding on to what this world has offered?
Have you been giving in to all these masquerades?

It will be gone, forever gone.

Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Let this new life offered be your saving grace

Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade..

Are you carrying the weight too much?
Running from the call?

Let it fade

You can rest
You will find rest.

Let this old life crumble, let it fade.
Let this new life offered be your saving grace.
Let this old life crumble, let it fade, let it fade.

Have you been standing on your own feet too long?
Have you been looking for a place where you belong?

-Jeremy Camp, Let it Fade

Labels: lyrical gangsta

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Thursday, August 28, 2008
Order up
What I am looking for is a blessing that's not in disguise. -Kitty O'Neill Collins

Labels: quotes

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I rely on the kindness of strangers...
Can't remember the source of that movie quote, but my many thanks to your comments and emailed notes of encouragement; my readers are wonderful and I am always humbled by your insights - and the fact that you still check in when I haven't posted on a regular basis in probably a year.

I appreciate ya'll more than you know.

Thanks for sitting on the curb with me and watching things go by.

Labels: life in stepford

posted by Adventures in Stepford @ 6:40 PM   2 comments
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Open House
Our house is for sale.

Life in Stepford has taken a sharp right turn since we last chatted.

Probably not what you're imagining, I would venture to guess.

This development is actually a good one, although the transition is bumpy at present.

Most of  what transpired is The Husband's story to tell, and I still (foolishly? optimistically?)  hope that one day he will relay the story to you himself.  

But since that is not an option at this point, the simplest news is: he has a job after 2 1/2 years without one; located in Clean Slate, miles away from Stepford.  

He's already there working, has been for two months; I'm back here hoping this house will sell before the next Olympic games in 2012.  

He's home on weekends; I work weekends.  You do the math.

We actually get along surprisingly well over phone, text, and email ... so there's a purpose in this separation-without-a-legal-separation dance, I crazily hope.

And here's the thing. 

Our house shows well. 

It is such a pretty place:  not too big, clean lines, fresh flowers, no clutter (all packed away), happy family photos, nicely decorated (I give ups to the Husband for that, he's a natural), super nice neighborhood, thick woods, deer & fawns, apple trees, ducks on the pond, yet close to town, super school district, yaddayaddayadda. 

Other realtors were jealous, stating they wished it was their listing. No, really. It's a sweet house. 

BUT.

Like the wolf in sheep's clothing, it's our Ground Zero.

If I were looking at my house as a buyer, I would walk through (scarily-clean-for-unannounced-realtors-) rooms with a twinge of envy.  I know me.  

I would be so covetous of the family that lived in this house; their children are gorgeous, the colors on the wall are perfect, the hardwood is pretty, the views are sweet. 

They must be such a happy family, I would think. They are living the perfect life. 

And I would want the kind of life that this home looks like it contains.

I would probably make an offer, subconsciously hoping that the good vibes would stay in the tile caulking and emanate to my life should I, too, live here in Shangri-La.

And that would be a lie; I would have bought into appearances. Like we all do.

We look good, therefore maybe we can stretch that performance into actually being good. As if that magical thinking works. What am I, Eight?

I still struggle with pirouetting for the masses. Even after all this destruction and hard-won self awareness. For people who don't even matter, I worried that they consider me 'put together'. You do it too, right? 

And on the other side of the picket fence, I totally buy-in to everyone else's 'presentation'.  Are you kidding? I rarely, if ever, entertain much thought that things aren't what they appear in other people's homes. I mean, not until presented with concrete evidence. 

I always presume other couples are happy, affectionate, and that the wife knows what the hell she's doing in her role... you know, that other couples can't possibly be as far off the rails as we have been. 

Surely, she never agonizes in the anniversary card aisle at Hallmark. Surely her mouth isn't dry from preventing the escape of an anguished half-sob whilst perusing the "For The One I Love" column of greeting cards

Because she can't possibly buy any of them.

Because they don't use such words between them anymore. 

Yet she must buy a card.

Surely this other wife reads such cards with ease.  The cards that wildly celebrate the years of love, support, no regrets, friendship, fun, and hot sex with tender verses and images. Surely she chooses her "For My Husband" card without any of the chest pressure that resembles a cardiac event.   She is without the guilt of having to carefully scrutinize every phrase. 

She is without the ache of passing over a plethora of sentiments that are absolutely off limits between them.


But the house shows well.

Labels: introspection, life in stepford, relational

posted by Adventures in Stepford @ 10:44 AM   4 comments
Monday, August 11, 2008
The Long & Winding Road
A long dispute means both parties are wrong
-Voltaire


I'm sitting in a wi-fi cafe catching up on emails and attempting to blog. Here's a great quote, and I have several posts rattling around that I'm going to empty on the page today/tonight, so more to come.

No, really

Labels: quotes

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