boo to the YAH.
Speaking of seriously, the fact is if someone did nothing but read these posts they would think I was a rather serious person and nothing could be further from the truth. Although I do feel things deeply, I am rarely if ever serious. Goofy, silly and sometimes decidedly uncoordinated seems a far better description of my essential self.
I seek to have as much ease and light in my day as possible, so despite my ramblings here– most of my waking hours are spent with my head in the clouds. Big walkabouts with the dogs followed by deep relaxation and almond butter on wasa crackers pretty much sums up a typical morning.
I chose the title of this post in reference to the fact that sobbing falls into the category of showering, washing my hair, eating broccoli, buying shoes or shopping in general — which means rarely. I have such admiration for people who cry and can cry deeply, sort of like when people say to me, “I wish I was a morning person.”
(Which, on a total aside, makes no sense to me– own your wild, night-owl self!!)
We all just move through the world as we do and as much as I might wish to sob with the best of them– it’s really not how I roll. In fact, it is such a rare event it’s sort of how some people know how many times in their life they have thrown up. I know the times in my life I have lost it and sobbed til I needed a brown paper bag in my face to keep from hyperventilating– but on that particular instance I am thinking of, I was also laughing so hard right in the midst of the storm because I could see how absurd the situation was.
Not that feelings are absurd, just that there’s a part of me that is completely detached and watching emotions come and go.
I know, weird.
All of which to say– I am here this morning in one of my profoundly empty headed moments where all I am aware of is Daisy’s nose pressing on my thigh to put the laptop away already, the light coming through the window, and the pulse of gratitude in my heart that this moment feels like this.
Hey, now that I’m signing off– I just realized I have something to share tomorrow– or sometime this week— my donkey story.
Yes. The perfect contrast to whatever I just rambled on about above.
Perhaps some sobbing will be in order for my beloved donkey story, because the best part of a good hard cry is the relief and spacious expanse that fills your body after, don’t you think?
Ahhhhh. You would think I was high for how incoherent this is and you know what? Me no caro.
peace out.
bisous, Elizabeth
I hope to embrace that place where you find yourself now. At that point in my life where it all seemed to crumble, aloof and alone I don't know where or how to begin and often, sometimes in the middle of the night, I am sobbing. Looking forward and trying to find all the positive in this (divorce) has been like trying to run with my legs immersed in murky mud. I hold my spirit high and try and try and try not to give in. Looking for that release or a cleansing that the sobbing brings I allow myself to feel the hurt but I know it will be better to embrace the happiness that is to be. Not wanting to dump a load of sadness here, I am grateful that you show us how to swim out of that murky place with joy and and a dose of silly. Love that!!
Your posrs always make me happy
Posts. Stupid typo fingers
I like posers better . .. XOXOOX
Haha I like the randomness of your ramblings, they make me smile. Your photos describe your day very well, lots of blissful walking with Daisy and Oliver in beautiful scenery, choosing to see beauty and light because you can xoxo
I hope I didn't come across as too much of a downer. The main focus was meant to be (paraphrasing Louise Erdrich) that amid these times where I find myself watching the apples fall I remind myself that I tasted as many as I could while allowing myself to feel. And of course, the positive inspiration you bring here is treasured.
oh my gosh Sherry!!!! no no– I just didn't get in here to respond– you are wonderful and I TOTALLY understood where you are coming from. YOU are treasured XOXOOX
oh honey, you are not alone. and to feel anything but sorrow following your divorce would make no sense. You are doing everything right– what I can tell you is that there is MEANING in all of this– you are gaining true gold in going through this life experience — life wisdom is big value and the fact that in the face of it all you can SEEK joy, beauty and peace– tells me you will find all three and SO MUCH MORE— sending big big big love to you. be nice to yourself. be SO kind to yourself. XOOX
Love you. Celebrating you by reading yr posts to Mat over coffee. Xxx