to trust

I couldn't remember the last time I felt truly content for longer than momentarily until recent months. Honestly, life had just been that difficult for at least a decade. And then, something good came into my life. A window of affection. Not to say that I haven't had any interactions with men in over ten years because that is absolutely not true, but to be clear on what I mean, I haven't had a consistent stretch of affection given simply to be affectionate and connective.

It has been such a breath of fresh air and ray of pure sunshine for me. One person has been the giver of this fresh air. I was realizing it as such and cherishing him. Another thing I've realized is that I am my happiest self when treated affectionately. And yet, the window seems to be shutting again.

I don't know what to think of it all, but I will say that I trust that my heart knows what it knows. There were too many years of me second guessing myself, and I simply can't do it anymore. This said, I will continue to believe that this window will open again. Courage and hope have been wrapping around my heart like a comforter daily, or I wouldn't be so sure. I will trust that good and happy and tenderhearted things are in store for me. I will trust.


she wishes on the moon instead


I looked across the pale blue sky one night
And wished upon the brightly shining moon
That God might carry your heart to mine
And help us find our way.

I let the wish sit in my heart
And gave it space to rest
That God might carry my heart to yours
And help us find our way.

With hope and heart, I whisper anew
A prayer of gratitude for the kind and gentle
Friendship that grows between these hearts
And shows us who we are.

With careful twist of heart, you hold our breath,
And cause me pause in my stride,
Reminding me to keep on wishing
For us to recall who we are.

Rains have come, yet the sun still shines
Across the horizon as we try
To reach and teach and learn and grow
Our hearts together as true friends.

Wind may blow and torrent blast,
But as I live, I will continue to wish
That God might carry our hearts entwined
And keep us on our way.




prepare to be surprised






If you know me at all, you've maybe heard (or read) me allude to one of my favorite movies' quotes from Dan In Real Life to the point of exhaustion, yet as I contemplate the past school year, I cannot help but think of it again:
I want to talk to you about the subject of plans…life plans and how we all make them, and how we hope that our kids make good, smart, safe plans of their own. But if we’re really honest with ourselves, most of our plans don’t work out as we’d hoped. So instead of asking our young people, "What are your plans? What do you plan to do with your life?", maybe we should tell them this: Plan…to be surprised.
When I ended last school year, I had very different plans for the summer and the following school year, this school year. Then, life happened like it always does. And things changed dramatically in more ways than one.

Three major plan changers occurred. I got injured and couldn't do much of anything for months without pain and suffering. I decided I needed to keep teaching instead of going into a master degree program. I for sure fell for a guy.

The injury is something I can't really go into due to legal issues, but suffice it to say, we didn't have the best summer. It was actually quite the opposite. And then this whole school year has been fraught with struggles and surgeries. All of my vacations have been used to rest and recover in varying degrees. I think I'm just about out of that tunnel, but man alive, it has overshadowed the entire past year.

To keep teaching was a big gamble. Changing goals like that when I hadn't found a placement anywhere, let alone at my school I've been at since graduation, was risky stuff. I was applying for teaching and editing jobs  and interviewing like crazy for anything that fit in those two boxes. But then, my school's assistant administrator called me into school to propose a job offer. The contract wasn't big, but the shorter work hours felt like a godsend (Remember, I was in major pain at the time while trying to secure employment.). I just had a feeling I needed to keep things light. And so, I switched jobs again while staying at my same school. That was the happiest surprise I've had since becoming a teacher. I love where I work, so I was really torn about going back to school or working somewhere else. It just feels like a type of home—if work can feel like a home. I must be an official grown up to say something like that.

And about falling for a guy. Well, I did. It kept sneaking up on me little by little over the past several months, but the summertime cracked my heart open to the possibility of letting myself love someone again. I'm going to get a little non-teacherly on you, but I've been dating all sorts since the divorce. Old boyfriends, friends from high school, strangers I met at singles dances, an emotional relationship with someone out of state, and shoot, I even dated a sales guy who was picking up on me at the car dealership. I actually count him as my first stranger (person I didn't know from before I got married and divorced) date. In case you're wondering, we texted awhile and went out twice. It was fun, but I was so not ready at all! I even have had a creep experience that scared me. But back to my point, I have dated around, but I never was able to let anyone totally in for various reasons. And then this guy made his way into my heart. It's been wonderful to spend time building a good and happy friendship and work through issues together. The level of respect and kindness between us means so much to me. He even went to a school play with me. I don't know about you, but I think that's a pretty big deal if someone will do that who isn't even related to the actors or employed by the school. I do love the productions they put on, like it's honestly good, but still. It's a school play. As we head into summer, I am unsure if this is going any further, but I hope it does keep on keeping on.

Slowing down from the injuries and taking a part-time position were both big steps and changed me so much. Nevertheless, to care for someone and be cared about has made the most impact this school year. A real perspective shift. I don't think I could have planned for such big surprises. So what I suggest is to fine tune the saying; preparing to be surprised is more what I believe in. Keep doing things. Keep setting goals. Keep learning and growing. But in all of that, be sure you know surprises will come and have all you do positioning you to be ready for the surprises. I think that's how I was able to make it through this school year truly. I have been preparing and preparing so much for things not even in my sights, yet here I am finishing up a most excellent year because while I was very surprised, I can now see clearly how I was prepared and even ready for it all.






made glorious


The colors that I see around me
Tell a love story of hope and grit
Determined beauty everywhere I look
The journey of a thousand steps
Up hills and mountains we continue to climb
And through the valleys of grief we've gone
Still alive after the long winter of our discontent
Thriving as we strive toward endless summer
Made glorious by the eternal gift of the Sun
Our hearts are on the mend and blending in
With all the joy and grief intermingled
Awakening a fervent gratitude
A resilient hope
A cleansing fire of faith
Wherein our hearts may find comfort
In all the colors that we see
God is here walking alongside us
As we write our story with every step
Toward Him











to write a letter


Press the pause button on life. Take a minute to breathe. Think about who might want or need an encouraging word. Maybe someone needs to know you love them. Maybe your heart needs to communicate in order to keep going. Get out your favorite pen (or pencil for any savages out there). Find some stationery, lined paper, or notecards. Let your fingers feel the hum of the paper's texture. Choose. Choose the first word—Dear, Dearest, a name. Then let your mind rest upon the page. Write a few words or many, but be sure to write truth and love. Take a minute to breathe. Press the start button once again and put the letter in the mail.




delight


Remembering what it was like to hold you in your night
And thinking how your trust was like a bud not yet bloomed,
Affection grows within my soul
As the sun breaking across the valley floor.

Your heart was beating within your chest,
Beating against my chest,
Showing your soft humanity in that embrace
With every exhaled breath.

You gave me something I had not seen,
Something surprising and beautiful,
Something elusive I want to hold onto
Like the instant spring shares itself with me.

These passing days remain a wonder, tangible delight,
In shadow, shade, and burning light.









a taste of the glory


When are you allowed to take wishes and turn them into plans? I've been thinking about this question and a few others lately as I ponder where my life is right now. I'm pretty sure the answer has something to do with the moment everyone wants to be on the same page.

That page I speak of is a place I don't know if I've ever had a joint author for as of yet, but maybe someday soon. I look back on past relationships that have ended and realize I don't think I've ever had someone really choose me, so it is natural to believe that no one ever will. It just makes sense in a bad way. Well, in a way that feels bad. I look around me and see friends with companions, long-time companions, who they've gone through fires with and continue to make it out together. No one is left holding onto everything, barely holding up the fort like some bedraggled superhero underneath rubble. Both might be bedraggled and holding up underneath rubble, but they have someone to share it with. I don't know. Maybe I'm wanting something I can't have, yet I know I deserve that type of love and care.

There are a lot of things people deserve, good and bad, I guess. I deserve a lot of good things that I don't have, and I deserve quite a few things that I am grateful I'm not subjected to. Mercy is beautiful. So I'm pretty sure I just really want a bigger taste of what I have and more of the good stuff I don't have yet. When I think of whoever ends up being my partner in crime for eternity, strangely, I think of this quote from Nacho Libre, "Don't you want a little taste of the glory! See what it tastes like!"

And then, I literally laugh at my dumb joke and myself because who even thinks like this let alone tells everyone? Who does this? Oh yeah, I do.


surviving


Survival of the fittest
But for single people
It looks like taking yourself to a movie
And an occasional dinner
Day hikes and art classes
It looks like bona fide living
Just without the benefits
Of holding hands with someone you trust
Affection almost whenever you want
Someone invested in being their best
For them and for you

Survival of the fittest
Is more like looking at
Survival mode and being grateful
For being able to keep going
Trudging along so fabulously
Yet uncomfortable enough to
Not want to stay in it
For even one more day
If you don't have to
Recognizing that survival mode
Is no way to live

Survival of the fittest
Should look like
Blue skies and white clouds
On a sunny spring day
Dreaming of gentle eyes
Planning good things
And working through the rest
With someone at your side
Living for the smiles and through the tears
Hoping that a certain soul wants
To share life's ups and downs