what a strange life indeed. a film noir journey through the twisted labyrinths of man's heart. outside the jackyls hackle to the rising moon and some familiar feeling is pushing up inside me, like a wearwolf nature. i roam, i die to live on flesh and scent and taste with such sensual delight, i might just never come back.
but then i hear a little cough, my little ones sleeping through the night, strong bodies fighting colds. they sleep facing each other on our huge bed, and tonight they are my companions and i will never be happier than this.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
ama
dear grandma marilyn,
just to say your name in my head immediately brings tears and that familiar ache of sadness behind my face. i remember you today because you passed on, and i'd like to think that in some way, i am carrying your memory just by being me.
when i was pregnant with hazel (who's a cancer baby like you were), i found myself cooking up a storm! i was doing wine reduction sauses and rump roasts, lots of midwestern goodness. i felt your subtle lead all through my pregnancy, even your strength which you offered through the eyes of my mother, grandmother, when i was in travail, riding the wave of contractions.
i'm proud when i see a picture of you and see myself and my mother before me. thank you for exemplifying servitude to your family and for being the strong woman i know you were.
grandmother, great northern star
sincerely,
amber dawn
just to say your name in my head immediately brings tears and that familiar ache of sadness behind my face. i remember you today because you passed on, and i'd like to think that in some way, i am carrying your memory just by being me.
when i was pregnant with hazel (who's a cancer baby like you were), i found myself cooking up a storm! i was doing wine reduction sauses and rump roasts, lots of midwestern goodness. i felt your subtle lead all through my pregnancy, even your strength which you offered through the eyes of my mother, grandmother, when i was in travail, riding the wave of contractions.
i'm proud when i see a picture of you and see myself and my mother before me. thank you for exemplifying servitude to your family and for being the strong woman i know you were.
grandmother, great northern star
sincerely,
amber dawn
Sunday, May 10, 2009
ode to mom
my mom and her soft-smelling skin, which seemed always to be warm. my comforter and undying loyal defender, she gave me a safe haven to explore who i am. native american rituals, sundance, the kiva, 2nd mesa, hopi, and the wind slipping through window cracks while the steady beat of a drum lulls us to sleep. the sweat lodge, the topless days at verde river with hazel. sunday drives with tracy chapman in the rambler. more driving across the southwest to the midwest and back. we were at home, us air signs, in the constant movement of road travel. born to stretch the limits and expand boundaries.
my mom has a slight dimple on her cheek and green eyes the color of yellowstone. i inherited her mischievious humor and celebration of life. she was the wind beneath my wings and i beneath hers--two birds skimming the waterline, dipping here and there.
ti amo mama
my mom has a slight dimple on her cheek and green eyes the color of yellowstone. i inherited her mischievious humor and celebration of life. she was the wind beneath my wings and i beneath hers--two birds skimming the waterline, dipping here and there.
ti amo mama
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
common law
i've been getting quite the education on proper codes of conduct between the sexes within the boundaries of marriage. i come from one of those dilapidated relationship structures that i have been repairing since my first boyfriend at age 14. perhaps we all go through a process of redesigning our understanding of love, having certainly been wounded (or at least misinformed) by the relationship(s) we witnessed our parents endeavor.
because i so explicitly watched my parents' marriage dissolve with such painful and unfortunate dabblings with infidelity, i have been carrying the burden of their pain for many years. specifically my father. i was his mule as he climbed out of the deep, deep hole of mourning. i carried all sorts of goodies: mistrust, anger, fear and an overarching certainty that i would never ever get married. i eventually mistook this baggage as my own and started weilding it in my relationships like a very sharp knife that has unnecessarily accused and cut some very genuine souls.
so when i half-heartedly conquered my fear and accepted to marry the love of my life, to my surprise i discovered i was still the mule carrying around all that baggage for my parents. my poor husband! i didn't know that when i say 'i love you', i am including all the misinformation about love i have acquired. like 'love can't truly be trusted' and 'this love could end, even though it begins beautifully.'
i had to almost deceive myself in order to get married. i had to tell myself that marriage would be some kind of jedi force field that protected both partners from the wiles of attraction and seduction. marriage would be my saving...what? what is marriage? it's a moment that lasts as long as we both shall live. it's the chemical combustion of two individuals, creating an entirely new entity.
which says nothing of our bodily senses, our attractions, our very humannness. i didn't want to believe that my husband could be attracted to another woman. in order for me to trust marriage, i had to believe that was impossible. more shocking even than the truth that my man could be hot for a woman, is the truth that i can find another man attractive! what atrocity is this! what evil person could come in with their dirty boots and trample the pristine fallen snow of my marriage? but those people aren't evil at all...they just exist as i do, and they are just going about their lives as i do. and in our humanness, in the invisible sinews of energy that propel and guide us to another person, we find ourselves still as vulnerable to making grave mistakes as ever.
so...proper codes of conduct between the sexes. walking the razor's edge. eye contact for 4.5 seconds and no more. at least a six inch margin around my body at all times. choosing not to engage with the person that is obviously attracted. i understand the arab wife, eyes downcast, head covered, body engulfed in long garments.
and yet that's not the answer either. we can acknowledge another person's attractiveness. we can even enjoy their charm, their wit. to hide is to strengthen desire. stand bare-breasted in the sun. did you catch the spark in her eye? it's only god, it's just me. it's only you.
because i so explicitly watched my parents' marriage dissolve with such painful and unfortunate dabblings with infidelity, i have been carrying the burden of their pain for many years. specifically my father. i was his mule as he climbed out of the deep, deep hole of mourning. i carried all sorts of goodies: mistrust, anger, fear and an overarching certainty that i would never ever get married. i eventually mistook this baggage as my own and started weilding it in my relationships like a very sharp knife that has unnecessarily accused and cut some very genuine souls.
so when i half-heartedly conquered my fear and accepted to marry the love of my life, to my surprise i discovered i was still the mule carrying around all that baggage for my parents. my poor husband! i didn't know that when i say 'i love you', i am including all the misinformation about love i have acquired. like 'love can't truly be trusted' and 'this love could end, even though it begins beautifully.'
i had to almost deceive myself in order to get married. i had to tell myself that marriage would be some kind of jedi force field that protected both partners from the wiles of attraction and seduction. marriage would be my saving...what? what is marriage? it's a moment that lasts as long as we both shall live. it's the chemical combustion of two individuals, creating an entirely new entity.
which says nothing of our bodily senses, our attractions, our very humannness. i didn't want to believe that my husband could be attracted to another woman. in order for me to trust marriage, i had to believe that was impossible. more shocking even than the truth that my man could be hot for a woman, is the truth that i can find another man attractive! what atrocity is this! what evil person could come in with their dirty boots and trample the pristine fallen snow of my marriage? but those people aren't evil at all...they just exist as i do, and they are just going about their lives as i do. and in our humanness, in the invisible sinews of energy that propel and guide us to another person, we find ourselves still as vulnerable to making grave mistakes as ever.
so...proper codes of conduct between the sexes. walking the razor's edge. eye contact for 4.5 seconds and no more. at least a six inch margin around my body at all times. choosing not to engage with the person that is obviously attracted. i understand the arab wife, eyes downcast, head covered, body engulfed in long garments.
and yet that's not the answer either. we can acknowledge another person's attractiveness. we can even enjoy their charm, their wit. to hide is to strengthen desire. stand bare-breasted in the sun. did you catch the spark in her eye? it's only god, it's just me. it's only you.
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