Friday, January 6, 2012

off to a slumping start

right now i am overwhelmed. my body is sick and my mind is tired and there is a dread that is slowly, slowly filling me up and causing me to fear i may drown in it before the dreaded sunday arrives.
you know those times when you can't even figure out anymore what it is that is making you sad? or those nights when it feels like you slept at most a half hour at a time, waking each time confused by that jumbled, eery version of a dream? and then the morning- the morning that no doubt brings cloudy skies and a heavy weight on your chest, reassuring you there will be no joy in this day.
so, in my attempt to zone out and distance this unhappy self i have awoken to, i go on facebook. incredulously, i find post after post by seemingly happy people, contented with their life, going on as if everything is just peachy. how can they be in the same world as me? don't they know nothing is good, nothing is happy, no one is content? the most disorienting is new pictures of my friends and i at a recent reunion in ca. i am smiling. i look happy. and then there are the people who i know are going through rough times. some mention it briefly, only to be followed by a shockingly positive response, and some don't mention it at all. am i just a wallow-er? is this rather unusual? i don't want to be the person that draws out her pain and refuses to stand up and move on until i have spent a sufficiently long enough time feeling sorry for myself and encouraging everyone else to join in. i am hesitant to really post this because this sounds so dramatic and self-pitying, but i have confidence you all understand this is just one moment in time, and apparently it's especially in these moments that i need to write.
it really is a frightening feeling to live in. the thought of returning to iowa city makes me physically sick. the friends i so recently hugged for the first time in a long, long time, i also hugged goodbye for a while now. that little 21-month-old with such curiosity, such happiness, such interest, such wisdom, such love for all things outdoors will soon again forget my face and our fun times playing together. i hope he doesn't forget how much i love him, even from far away. i love groups of friends, and i love those first few moments of contentedness when everyone is back together, but sometimes big groups are hard for me. i find that i can't really talk to people in big groups- at least, not very well, and not everyone. so, then, i wait for a good moment, but when there are lots of people, for lots of the time (and the time i speak of is limited), well then, sometimes that time doesn't come. and you have to say goodbye before you are ready. quite honestly, i'm never really ready to hug these beautiful people goodbye.
these thoughts, among others, crowded my mind as my plane lifted out of santa ana, ca, turned around over the ocean for one last glimpse of the pacific and then headed east. east to brown, barren land that is unseasonably warm, yet still blowing a chilling wind. i have lots to read for my class this week. i have a report to write. i have to go back to work- i have to feel rather useless, powerless, worried about my hours and like i am never doing quite the right thing. i have to heal and recover from this obnoxious cold. at this point in the list i am realizing the lie i have written- i do not "have" to do anything. but these are the things i have been doing, tend to do, and am afraid i will continue to do. and, because this is what i do when things get overwhelming and i don't know what to do, i need to read. read. read a lot. the wisdom of people encourages me- reminds me of the wisdom in our world, and of the chance that quite possibly, that wisdom lies in me, too.
this was hard for me to write. who knows if what i have said makes sense, and who knows if any of these stated reasons are really what brought me into this downward slide. i never feel like i am getting it quite right, and then starting to worry that "all these people" who read my blog will get the wrong idea. but, i've decided to trust you all in your various interpretations of this and just go with it.

mary pipher writes,


"Darkness and loss signal to us more clearly than anything else that it is time to expand our point of view."


so, here's to expanding. when i'm ready. 2012, you have your hands full already.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

baffled

sometimes it baffles me how drastically different our lives can be from those we live right along side...the people we sit by on the bus, the people we walk by on the way to work, the people who live less than a mile from our house. i have always wanted to read the book "the other america," but haven't gotten to it yet. just tonight when i was thinking about this, i realized what a perfect title it is for a book discussing and bringing to light the poverty crisis in the united states. the most baffling thing is that "the other america" exists right in the middle of the america of plenty, the america of materialists and the america of more, more, more. we are human beings with eyes, and ears, and hearts, and minds...i just don't understand how there can be such disparity and so much, seeming, acceptance of this...i don't understand. i am not even really talking tangible things- those things don't do anyone that much good (well, OK, food definitely does a body good, but you know what i mean...). i guess maybe what i am talking about is people- people who listen, people who show concern, people who encourage, people who believe in other people- believe the best of other people! why are we so scared to be this kind of person? why are we so scared to listen? why can we only do it for our sister, our daughter, maybe our co-worker, or a good friend, but definitely not that guy on the bus with the dirty clothes? or that girl at work who has gotten pregnant 6 times before the age of 21? no, those people aren't to be trusted.

tonight i am wondering a lot...about why people are so scared, about what it is that makes us so disconnected, and about how in the world some people find the will to survive, and maybe even raise a happy baby or two, when they feel so, so alone.

today my heart was broken for a very scared, very alone momma.

what a crazy world we live in. i just don't understand it.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

leah

"we sat side by side in the morning light & looked out at the future together."
-brian andreas

things looks better with leah by my side.

so happy she is here.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

part of something beautiful

may the grace of god be with you always, in your heart,
may you know the truth inside you from the start,
may you find the strength to know that you are

a part of something beautiful...

-alexi murdoch, "something beautiful"

Sunday, October 16, 2011

good days


good weekend with a dear friend.

she just left, and i realize now just how comforting and uplifting it was to have her here. there is something powerful about those relationships that run years and years back...ever since i can remember. and, well, when you move to a place where you know almost no one, there's something powerful in simply having someone here who knows you. so you can come back now, ok, maggie?


these october days my mind has returned many times to october of 2010, and where my mom and i were standing exactly one year ago at this time...mm, yes. those were good days.






Saturday, September 24, 2011

the hard part

this is the hard part.

i know what i'm going back to. i know that there are many unhappy moments.



but still, i'll go. i'll go. and most likely, i'll survive.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

for now

WARNING: this may be a bit melodramatic, but i've just got to say it...


i feel so strange right now.

sometimes the strangeness lifts and i can take a few deep breaths. other times i forget where i am for a moment or two. but i soon remember again.

all a part of the process.

all a part of the process.


"We, little sisters- like everyone else- have had to carve our path in the world."
-Little Sisters: The Last But Not the Least, Carolyn Lieberg




i'm working on it. these things take time.