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new haiku in the same tone, sense and spirit as the one by Hando. caught by the call of the flowers and mountain, I forget how steep the path is (c) Hando
home alone by choice to allow sadness and vulnerability to surface as it must realize it is the first time i have been feeling good until last night when the trauma-related feelings hit but the sadness is not consuming me
it is not me down in the pit it is me realizing the sadness is another emotion and it doesn't need to be alone it has support from stronger feelings it doesn't own me any longer
the guilt of staying home seems odd since great sadness, especially tonight, usually had me feeling nothing else except anxiety now i can hold all emotions and just notice, acknowledge let them co-exist likely what most know as normal
my nightmares of christmas now in the land of severed memories the vision of my unknown life put upon a mental shelf though validation is nice in a painful sort of way this december of christmas movies, joy of lights, music, and puppy very different and welcome yet overwhelmed with fatigue and thoughts of adding tissue to gift bags just let me sleep a quiet holiday for mind and body the greatest gift a first time peace and calm unafraid of opening gifts that contain body parts the selves who knew safely tucked within the whole
the life that was no longer the priority lingering thoughts within acceptable limits your laughter the sound of the season
in youth the menorah was special great grandmother with lace on her head said the hebrew prayer moving her hands so gracefully grandmother's house felt safe both are gone now and i pray for no trauma connections shamed if we asked for christmas lights but chanukah never carried out to be special at home wherever home was that year a few trees with lights and glitter in adult life but it never felt special i gave up trying and found it happier avoiding any ceremony withdrawn from religion as soon as i had choice even in marriages christmas felt sad during 12-year courtship with current husband we had lovely bear tree several years but my heart still felt heavy even with the loveliness and we stopped full understanding now of no connection or avoidance of christmas and loving the season spirit this year though no lights or fuss with puppy but the light in our eyes and in our hearts the play of the moon on the snow-blanketed earth is christmas and beauty enough
i have no mother tongue i'm not sure my mother was my bio mother we moved frequently so i have no particular dialect i know words from several languages and subconsciously spoke several my life would be an unbelievable movie of the week raised by post war Nazis brought into the US by our own govt except i knew them in Germany before I could speak and knew German commands simultaneously with English fear was my language my first poetry from second grade speaks of death and graves likely a red flag in today's society but had that been my red flag it would have meant fear of death if i ever wrote again so thank goodness no one noticed poetry and images to accompany it were my escape from my unknown split selves and became insight into my life when i awoke from amnesia in my forties my words, my feelings on paper that was my only reality even if i didn't quite get the reality mid forties to sixty was healing sixty-one mostly healed without all memory same words coming out in different ways but still they come new words like "puppy" add new life create new memories grateful for a place to share where my past no longer matters but the words that go with it are accepted without judgment i'm an aberration finding my way late in life with new love and new family finally embracing this holiday we know as Christmas my first holiday detached from the fear it once meant
my first season of enjoying holiday movies and Christmas specials and decorations wishing all the dVerse family a holiday of peace and treasured memories
of all the things i've ever been known and unknown the one thing i hadn't been was a chew toy yet that's what i've become to our new puppy advice abounds about how to stop puppy biting brace the neck tweak the nose hold finger under her tongue regardless of technique as soon as i release my hold she lunges at me sometimes i'm a sheep to be herded and i have the bruises on my calves to prove it friday comes the dog trainer to train me to be alpha dog my energy is off nothing i do works am hoping this dog whisperer can help my birthday christmas puppy makes me laugh every day and is a wonderful joy when sleepy her tazmanian devil side when she zips around in circles at the speed of light is fun until she lunges all i want for christmas is for my puppy to understand "no bite" and continue to be her sweet sassy feisty self preferring toys instead of my flesh and blood
Alice falls into a hole and several of her land one too small one too tall true blue pinafore...just right one way through the looking glass i say she shatters self and off she goes several ways at once in search of "this way out" along the way she meets a scattered hare too late a cat with hookah high on quips a knight in full daylight
joined at tea by hedgehogs and other hedgerow critters comes the odd Mad Hatter of all the ones in wonderland he's the one who seems to matter though he might be mad he leads her back through the looking glass where one cannot truly see back home she finds herself but does she have the memory?
(This doesn't flow well and my brain just isn't working. My main thought was that Alice split when she landed but returned home whole again...similar to my path in life.)
my world changing zap by zap opening up new avenues of joy a christmas spirit to embrace instead of repel mind relaxing body having issues joints swollen for a week but should subside soon (due to a new medication) hobbling along is not how i want to be moving more with puppy is supposed to be healthy not hurt so much feel like i'm being bitchy when i point out the problems "my puppy" means my job mostly and don't want husband to be disappointed disability equals feelings of guilt for finance contributions struggling right now but didn't know it found out by accident married less than a year must maneuver the issues in a healthy way laughter, love, and puppy pave the path we mostly traverse the bumps in the road my achillles heel