We meet again. Proper nouns and verbs us both. Or at least, you're proper to me.
For a dozen years now, we've locked eyes in the windstorm, as summer leaves us both in the dust.
We had a romance, once. The fall and I. A magical day on a mountain,
unseasonal sunshine, rainstorms of aspen goldness and long shadows. Cool
nights and frosty mornings in the arms of various men, clinging to the
sparks of summer and hoping it would be enough to light us through the
It's lonely to imagine all of the ways life did not
follow my instructions – did not consult my wish list. Lost my letters
to Santa. The carefree and careless ways she led me down wrong paths,
tempting me to find myself again.
So here I am, on the precipice of the darkness, in full understanding of the game. Maybe for the first time.
The darkness comes, and goes.
Lie down. Surrender. Listen. Magic will come dance with you, mystery
will whisper – maybe even destiny – if you shut up and stop looking for a
meme or a gif that represents the way you feel (except for all of the
yucky bits). Stop trying to bear burdens you can simply set down for
awhile – if only for the winter. See how the snow falls and the thaw
treats it, and decide in the light of the spring.
You fall, I carry.
Have carried. Maybe this time I'll fall, too?
The beauty of getting lost lies in finding yourself again.
Ten years ago today I got married. Three years ago today I got divorced.
Twelve I got engaged. Two I had surgery.
Last year I waited in vain for someone to rescue me from my
circumstances, lost in the sea, clinging to a smoldering, sinking ship.
He left me hanging.
All of these ways I've tried to find myself in the reflection or
salvation of another. Excision of the undesirable qualities of me, in an
increasingly frantic effort to be exactly right. To do more work, my
My current season, fall.
Maybe I'll take the hint, and find myself in the spring?
I wrote a book about all of the ways I've fallen in love. Carried myself. It isn't finished yet.
And neither am I.
Happy anniversary, My Ben. This day is yours.
This life is mine.