Friday, January 22, 2010

runaway



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or


dance till the train smacks you down




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Either way, it's a comin'.


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I don't know why this constant recurring battle with The Wild Woman of Borneo undoes us so. It's not like we're new to it. She has been dismantling our lives, her life, for years, with a great singlemindedness. We've been in the trenches a long time. Imagine Groundhog Day had been directed by David Lynch. Like that, sort of.

"Good Morning, Lumberton! At the sound of the falling tree, it will be seven am!"


And you stumble to the window and the ground is littered with the mangled bodies of the dead, or there is a severed human ear on the carpet at your feet, and a dwarf dancing in the closet.

Again.


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I guess we're in the middle of the movie, before Bill Murray has it all figured out. We're still stepping in the same damn puddle every time.


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We have not yet figured out how to help anybody.


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But we do tend to each other. We are kind and gentle and patient, each to each. We try not to ask to much of ourselves. We don't pretend everything is okay.
We try to find what comfort there is in the space.


We are the walking wounded.

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And we're not kidding ourselves. We know this is small potatoes. It is, quite simply, the way life is. It's not an aberration. It's every bit as normal as sunshine and daisies. We are still showered with blessings in crazy abundance.

Look! We're not on fire! We're not blind! Parasite infested! Starving to death or being murdered!


It only feels like it.


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Ha.


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Compared to real trouble, we're livin' on easy street. Again, it's like that part in Castaway before the plane crashes, and Tom Hanks is in the little bathroom of the airplane? Remember that? And he's got a cut on his thumb, and he peels off the band aid and looks at his poor thumb and he grimaces and winces at the pain of it?

He's got no idea he'll soon be knocking his infected tooth out with a ice-skate blade and a big old rock.


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It's all about keeping shit in perspective.



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Good luck to you in your struggles. Try to find some peace inside it. It's there if you look hard enough.


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Namaste.



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10 Comments:

Blogger T. Clear said...

Thanks for the pep talk. Really needed this today. I'm going to seek out that peace.

8:39 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

I'm glad it helped. We have to seek it out. It so rarely comes to find us...

All best-


tearful

10:35 AM  
Blogger dottie kee bones said...

it undoes you because you love her and she came from your love.

how lame of me to state the obvious.

love gives us everything and takes as much away. pretty much the only thing i've learned for sure.

2:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

per the crazy doc

- oh sure, (i'll catch you

lacy) --- is that what you WANT?

"Why don't you give them what they want" quote -- unquote

a passage from my ongoiing ledger.

Yeh you bet i'm pissed .. makes

spelling gets worst and wors....

-- and by the way I'm not an oster - i had to remove all my infected telecom equipment - far as i know it's not near a bad to USE the channel as these ongoing CRIMES against humanity --- this being now my only avenue to voice such.

and it ain't grace

it's frenchie pectorialis here at 31 passing time.

3:10 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Dottie Bones-

Always so glad when you drop in. And thank you.

You got a goodness in you.


yrs-

tearful

4:25 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Anonymous=

You have to be careful about your telecom equipment. And don't let the a holes get you down, or drag you to the beach unawares.


But you should check out Lucy Ricardo's psychiatrist. Maybe he could help, or at least give a swinging rendition of "Babaloo" for you.


Take 'er easy, anon, frenchie pectoralis, etc.

May you be happy, may you be calm, may you be at peace.


Namaste. I mean it.


yrs-

tearful

4:30 PM  
Blogger melissashook said...

It's good that you're tending to yourselves...
and allowing yourselves to feel the pain, but not for too long...
it ain't easy.... your kid is your kid and you grieve...
thank you...

4:51 AM  
Blogger Mim said...

These kids get us where we live.

9:55 AM  
Anonymous nursemyra said...

I try to keep my shit in perspective but occasionally the handle on my shovel breaks

1:15 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Ha!

1:46 PM  

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