The Choice

Drunk on love feelings, oxytocin, and wine

They stumble, giddy, out into the dark night street

An “oops” wine stain on a white shirt followed by a giggle

As he offers “let me get that for you”

And his hand brushes her breast

A blush lighter than the wine spreads across her cheeks

Soul-gazing stares and “no one gets me like you do” thoughts

And the mutually used — over-used word — said to friends

“It’s like…we have this connection..

The long make-out sessions where “we can’t have sex yet” she whispers

“Trust issues”

He’s okay with it

A gentleman can handle the Blue Frustration

And she sees this

So then, one day, they do.

About 3 months in – maybe 6 (if they’re lucky)

The buzz wears off and he starts to think “she seems pretty needy, emotional, complex…”

And she starts to think “he is closed-off, overly practical and frankly, kind of boring…”

They each long for that Original Night that seemed to last forever

Where everything just clicked,

Fell away…

And they saw only the Good Soul Essence

But it is a different night.

No more fantasy

No more drunken romantic-movie-like illusions about Princes or Goddesses.

They stand facing one another

Truly naked for the first time

Each one must decide

If they want to love a human being

Or an ideal

If they want the thing they say they want:

Actual True Love.

Gift of The Madwoman

She is buzzing, buzzing, out-of-control

The dream-car screeches as she blasts rock n’ roll

Taking sharp turns at kill-me-please speeds

Some small, unheard voice inside of her pleads —

But the driver is sober.

Ha!

She’s just fucked in her mind —

A pissed-off Beehive –

Roiling inside.

A clueless kid prods it with a long wooden stick

As if length gave him safety.

Oh, what a cruel trick.

Angering, angering…

On the verge of attack.

This horned mass of stingers —

No protection from that.

(The mere thought of it makes the Madwoman laugh.)

Revenge bubbles imminent,

The Beehive? It cracks.

Out comes the raging, buzz-buzzing mass.

She can’t see the road now –

Blacked out and Blind.

The child drops the stick —

He’s been stung from behind.

Swarmed like a piece of ripe, bloody meat,

The child who Tricked

Now becomes Treat.

The driver, she crashes —

Is thrown to the street,

Head cracks like the beehive

Death her final defeat?

As her life filters out of her…

The child —

He breathes.

For once she is dead

The bees turn and they leave.

But the gift of the Madwoman

Burns bright and alive:

For the Ignorant Child

Has now become

Wise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Shovel Man

He is The Shovel Man.

The one who goes out on icy evenings

Lifting up the heavy, brown dirt with his metal instrument,

Loading it onto Whatever Might Be Growing There.

Killing it swiftly.

Wiping it out.

“You do not deserve to live. You do not deserve to live. You do not…”

He heaves His Instrument up and down again

Masturbating mechanically.

Robotically.

No humanity left; which is sad –

Because he had some once.

Motivated now by Survival Instinct gone horribly awry.

“I must go on. Only I. Only I. Only I.”

And this is how The Shovel Man spends his days:

He wakes.

He looks.

No. He watches.

Any seedling that pops up;

Any bud that dares rear it’s tiny head;

Any expression of anything at all –

He snuffs out.

He is part God, part Man and all Fear.

And he no longer notices that with each pile of dirt

Upon each baby feeling

He murders, also,

Himself.

 

 

 

From The Other Side…

I keep seeing these “Live in the Light”

“Let’s Get Back to the Garden of Eden”

“Love is the only thing there is”

Posts.

This One-sided way of living in the world

Is Everywhere.

And I get it. I do.

Very few want to Face Our Stuff.

But here’s the thing about the Shadow:

Ignore It and It will choose you.

When will we understand that Life is Whole?

If we “Live only in the Light”, do we not Cast Out all the beauty in Darkness?:

The rich, fertile soil from which emerges the Commanding Rose?

The comforting depth of the shielded womb?

A pitch black midnight sky paired with the kind of breeze that empowers the Soul?

The emotional suffering which can lead us to Rebirth while alive?

And if we cast out All Those Things which Grow – which begin! – in Darkness…

Do we not also cast out Light?

“Getting back to the Garden of Eden” is a wish to go back to

Ignorance.

The Apple of Knowledge never eaten, the “Paradise” of Unconsciousness.

Our desire for unconsciousness can be seen in all of our shadow behaviors –

Overeating, over-drinking, smoking, cheating…

The spiritual addiction of “Chasing the Light” –

By Refusing Shadow…we create more of it.

It seems to me we must live fully in All that is

NOW.

Yes, revel in Life! In Joy! In Beauty!

But do not forget where these are born.

And as the heart may soar with Happiness, so must we also

Dig our hands through the dirt and pain and gunk of life

Drawing up the dark, moist clay

That makes Creation

Possible.

SOLD

I am tinged green by these Summertime, Wintertime

All-The-Time means

The Ad Man has of slamming us against the Shame Bricks

Slicing us through and through

Again and Again and Again

With their never-ending selling

Telling us what our own Souls are

Lest we start to think that ought to be

Our own self-discovery

Lest we start to think

Well, damn

Lest we start to Think.

We all wonder where the Rage comes from

As it jumps out of the shadows into a

Darkened, crowded theater

Spewing bullets into infants

Where there ain’t no caped crusader

Just blood and chaos

Followed by The Bachelor Host Chris Harrison

Expressing “Everyone here at ABCs deepest sympathies…”

“And NOW…”

— Announcer Voice! —

“Back to the Bachelor Pad!”

And messages from our euphemistic Sponsors

And Un-Reality Housewives masquerading as reality so much that it has become Reality

With their Fake Everything

Now Mentors to the 12 year old girls

Who come into my office Anorexic or smelling like vomit

Jabbering on starry-eyed about The Kardashians who in turn say,

“We’re just business women.”

In the business of selling an image of…?

“Normalcy. We’re normal.” Robot-Kim insists with her unmoving 20-something face

And inflated lipscheeksbuttpocketbook

GIVE ME A BREAK

When will we STOP?

Put our wallets away.

Go visit our neighbors?

Unglue ourselves from whatever electronic device is controlling us this instant?

Take back what we have

Sold.

Lovers Lane

Well you were just a memory:

A fallen leaf off a winter’s tree.

And so I left you – blatantly —

There on the cold, barren street.

I found no more You for me –

A once-green leaf now brown and weak;

A final teardrop etched down your cheek –

Brittle, dying – you chose to sleep!

Became the shriveled leaf in that cursed street.

If only I could have changed your mind,

Why, I would have made it so!

I ache to think how you gave in,

How your cracks began to show.

Then…Nothing More was left of you…

So Winter made it snow.

I could not mourn that haunted night

Nor those that passed by after.

I stayed frozen (to the snow’s delight) –

Feared the memory of your laughter.

But the snow did melt, ‘course the leaf was gone…

No trace You ever existed.

In its place the sweetest pain –

The pain I had resisted.

I welcomed Her now,

Wretched heaviness came —

From Winter’s numb to Springtime rain;

Perhaps with time, my love will fade…

My hope for an ever-after.

Now you are just a memory:

A fallen leaf off a winter’s tree

It was you who left me – blatantly —

There on the cold, barren street.

Wonder

Oh! It strikes me silent.

No. I cannot speak.

Wonder – almost-violent.

Awe – an Awe-some thing.

Instills a kind of Lifted Pause:

I breathe but I am not breathing.

Defying Reason’s silly laws,

Leaving Logic seething.

And so I am like Alice

In this Wonder land –

Been drinking from the chalice

Held in Goddess hands.

And Oh! It strikes me silent.

And no, I cannot speak.

Awake, at last, from slumber

Gone – unconscious sleep.

How to Speak Your Truth and Remove Your Foot From Your Mouth at the Same Time

One of the things I am practicing in my life is Speaking Up for myself. Having a Voice, if you will. My pattern began with not knowing My Voice mattered. Then, when I discovered it did (mind you, this step took a year or 20), it became about how to honor what I was thinking and feeling. The key was how to honor it without the emotions that carried those thoughts and feelings overwhelming what I wanted to express. Emotions are like spices to me: Salt is great. Sprinkling it on fresh tomatoes is yummy. But dumping on the entire contents of the salt shaker ruins the tomatoes (unless you’re my dad — he’d pour salt on ice cream) . And pouring salt on ice cream is just gross (sorry, pops).  Anyway, you see my point, right?: You know when, on what, and how much salt to use; that is,  if you are choosing to use any at all. Knowing how to use your Voice is a really important tool. And the 4 Gates of Speech can help. We’ll get to those. Let’s start with an example:

Standing in a line and Clueless (or Arrogant) Guy cuts in front of me.

Emotion: Anger/Resentment

What I WANT to say: “Hey jerkface, get in line.”

Why it’s not so effective: 1) If he is Clueless and not Arrogant, then that implies an honest mistake. (I find these are the majority of misunderstandings.) My yelling at him makes me look (and let’s face it —  act) like a brat. 2) The goal of communication is generally to feel heard and understood. If I am yelling at someone, attacking, or even just being snotty, the likelihood of that person hearing me goes down acutely and thus — so does my goal.

For Speaking Up to have an impact, I have to express myself in a way someone is able to hear. Of course, there are no guarantees, and so there is always the chance that the Guy is, in fact, a jerk and won’t hear me anyway (though I really like to give people the benefit of the doubt — I’m not real big on assuming “jerkdom”); if that appears true, however, I would still rather have taken the high road and practiced my people-communication-expression skills. Also, in the example above I am talking about someone whom I don’t know well, so of course I am less invested. But what about when I am dealing with my best friend, respected colleague or partner-in-crime? We have chances to work on how we react to the world, and the people in it, all over the place! The question is whether or not we decide to take up the task of NOTICING not only how “they” are in the world, but how WE are in the world. Fighting is pretty hard to do when only one person is doing it.

Alright, alright…I’ve gone on long enough and I know you are anxiously awaiting the 4 Gates. That is, if you’re still reading. The 4 Gates are really, really simple. And really effective. I learned them from studying Yoga, and frankly, I feel strongly that THESE are some of the skills we ought to be teaching in schools and empowering families to become familiar with — which reminds me! I had a dream last night explaining to a mass of people that I had never really used math to a large degree. Basics, sure. But all the rest? Just not for me. On the other hand, who does not use communication?! We all use it. Most of us quite poorly, unfortunately. Ok. The 4 Gates of Speech:

1. Is it necessary?

2. Is it truthful?

3. Is it the right time?

4. Can it be said in a kind way?

Simple, right? The process is equally easy: If you answer “no” to any of the above questions, keep quiet.

Now, if you know me or have read my other blogs, you know that I am a big believer in expressing yourself, hey-hey-hey. I think it is unhealthy to stuff feelings down or dismiss them away. Toxic, in fact. I never recommend that, and I want that to be clear. In my experience, feelings and emotions always need both acknowledgement and expression of some sort. The expression may not always come in the form of  Speaking Up. Sometimes, they come out by venting to a good pal, or going on a long walk, or in my case, writing copious amounts of poetry, or occasionally screaming out loud  in my car. You may find, as I have, that getting really great at this skill involves a lot of discernment. Figuring out when the time is right, for example, can be a challenge. I’m still working on this aspect, but I have noticed that with practice, it is — like anything we work at — getting easier, better, more fluid.

So, I offer the 4 Gates to you because they have been helpful for me. Will you take on the task of becoming aware of your reactions, your speech? What a world this would be…

Much Love to You.

Katie