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Sorry

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

Apologies can be so powerful. I’m learning how to truly do them -to really feel the sorry before I say it. Really take responsibility for my part.

But it just struck me that there are a couple of responses I get.

Some people apologize for their part and take it in and forgive me.

What a great dynamic that is. Transforming everything and moving on. A much stronger bond between us. A brilliant reward for setting aside a bit of ego.

While others still hold on to a resentment. Which is fine, I suppose. You can’t force people to forgive. And in order to truly apologize, I can’t do it expecting an outcome.

I remember the first time I tried this out. I was 7 or 8 and had just had another fight with my friend Tammy. We had an understanding and when one of us apologized, the other was meant to say “that’s ok.” That’s just what we did. But this time, as she stood in the door of my room while I was standing on my bed tapping on the pin to the poster on my wall, when she said, “I’m sorry,” I said, “you should be.” And as soon as she turned around to leave, I knew that I had made a terrible mistake. Not only did I have to grovel this time, but the ‘it’s ok’ too a lot longer to squeeze out. It introduced a whole new level of complexity.

But the one I really hate is when a person takes my sorry and holds it over me as if ‘we both agree that you’re bad and I’m good.’ First of all, it’s rarely true -there are almost always two parts to the dynamic. But also, then, it becomes a kind of power play -driving a wedge between us. And I can’t bring it up again. Can’t take back my apology. Can’t demand they pony up in the openness stakes. It doesn’t work that way.

And yet what a waste. Because without that softness on the other side, there’s no magic allowed through.

Something I wrote in writing tonight

Monday, June 4th, 2007

These days I’m building a cocoon. It’s made of a nutritionally balanced diet, a new work-out routine, a clean house, and a relationship where yelling has been replaced by the steady drip of kindness. It has walls of promises kept and truths spoken and a small savings account along the floor.

It’s dark inside and a bit cold. Especially this winter when I’ll be staying put instead of flying off to the Oregon sun. But I can’t stop this building right now. I’m busy making an adult in here and it’s not done yet.

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(Gus & Lou)

2007 Truth

Thursday, January 4th, 2007

That was the card I drew on New Years Day.

It’s a good one. (Charles would ask me which one is bad. But, after Transformation, I would say it’s up there with Love, Power and Peace)

I’d like to write more this year. Good stuff. And that means being extra truthful, I think.

I’ve learned to hold back a lot in advertising and I’m worried that it’s now too much of a habit.

I used to get in people’s faces too much though. Make them uncomfortable with too many direct questions I had no right asking. And I’m glad I don’t do that any more.

But I also got some pretty cool answers. Every once in a while someone would actually want to respond. And I miss that these days with my newly earned Grace.

I’m a wee bit bored with it all. Have the urge to reach back into my hippy roots a bit and bite through the niceties.

Not sure what that looks like though. Braided arm-pit hair under my Scanlan & Theodore cardie?

Friday Freedom

Friday, December 8th, 2006

Aunt Lani arrived!
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I took her up to Hernandez of course. And we’ve had great talks all afternoon.

Now we’re watching movies, eating pizza and drinking beer.

It’s going to be a good weekend.

I really want a cigarette

Wednesday, December 6th, 2006

I’m grumpy. Disgruntled. Irritated.

The future looks blah. All hard work feels futile.

This is the mood where I usually grab a cigarette and walk in the park. Doesn’t happen often. Once or twice a year maybe. But a cigarette is that perfect combination of f@ck-it and reconnection with myself. With what I want and need to do.

There’s something about the rebellion meets nature walk that I like.

But I’m not going to smoke. I just watched Mom die of lung cancer for christ sake. The coughing up of phlegm into endless Kleenexes. The sores on the lips and mouth. Tumours forming and growing by the hour.

Still, I want one.