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[lettersfromthewoundedplace-blog]

putting you down

i keep trying to put the poems from my yesterday onto the page of today.  suffice it to say, not much is happening.  so we shall try this route instead....

i went in search of god yesterday.  but i was carrying you with me.  how does one find god while carrying their unrequited love up a mountain.  how does one see the face of god in the eyes of the mule deer, hear her laughter in the blooming of flowers, bask in her loving embrace when one is unable to tear their mind away from a love that never was. 

i wrote you poems as i walked.  i wrote of making love amidst the ferns and moss.  i wrote of laying you down in lupine under a blanket of stars.  i imagined it all.  i could see you and feel and hear your laughter. 

and then.

and then i realized that i didn’t wish you were there.  i wished you wanted to be there.  and since you didn’t i quit carrying you.  i wasn’t going to carry you anywhere you didn’t want to be.  i quit carrying you.

and i picked up god.

i felt him in the breeze as it gently caressed my skin, the way i hungered for.  the way you said you would never do.  i saw him in the hills that challenged me, but never broke me the way you did.  i heard him in the apology of a 10-year old boy, humble and genuine; something you would never offer.

i will put you down a million times over.  and i don’t even have to pick up god.  or carry her wherever i am going.  she wants to be here.  she willing climbs in, hangs on, and never leaves.

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moving on in

okay.  just writing.  i tried to write a poem that has been swimming around inside of me for days, but it won’t come out.  nasty thing.

i guess i feel mostly quiet this morning.  i am really committed to the practice of isolating more and extending less.  again, this isn’t to say that i am going to cut myself off from people.  no, not at all.  instead, it means that i am going to focus on myself and on reciprocating the real friendships that are around me. 

in my life, there are the following people, currently:  dixie, papa, mom, hillary, alicia, phoenix, nicole, riis, tiff, micha, willow, danielle.... and i think that is the sum of them.  to be real, only one of them stands out as someone who makes concerted efforts at building connection, and that is willow.  in my recollection, nearly all of my connections with the others have been solely driven by me.  i can’t go on in that way any longer.

so, inward i go.