Ghosting; when someone with whom you’ve been communicating, suddenly and inexplicably ceases to communicate with you. Ever again.
I’m in love with the Universe! In awe of it’s infinite vastness, and it’s microscopic depth within. The Universe goes in all directions, whether infinitely large or infinitely small. We can keep on magnifying it, until the space within becomes as vast as the space without, until you find yourself in a universe inside the universe. It’s kind of like that scene in the opening credits of that Simpsons episode? Continue reading
Isn’t it funny how people project onto their pets? I always tend to take notice of the emotions that people give to their animals, because they can be very telling about the person’s inner psyche.
Recently I had the absolute honour of playing with my covers band at the wedding of a deaf bride and groom. Well over half of the guests were also members of the deaf community. We had joked leading up to the gig that we wouldnt even need to plug in or to play well this night! I must admit, it was a very strange feeling getting up behind the mic, and none of us really knew what to expect.
It’s not like I don’t have my doubts. I definitely do. I’m constantly putting my motives under the microscope. Is this just an insatiable need for love and validation? Am I simply trying to fill some unfillable void? Is it attention seeking behaviour? Am I a completely selfish person behaving in a very hurtful way? Am I a (shock horror!) sex and love addict? Is love addiction even really thing? Or is it rather coming from some woundedness of heart? Am I normal or abnormal? Right or wrong?
I first started reading about Polyamory as a relationship style around 10 years ago, and I was deeply challenged by the concept in every way. What struck me the most about it, was how confident within yourself and in your connection with your partner you would have to be, to successfully navigate a polyamorous arrangement. A profound sense of self-awareness PLUS the skills required to communicate it, all the while armed with a bulletproof self-esteem and a sick fascination with emotional pain. What kind of wild roller-coaster ride would this be? It sounded like extreme sports for the heart! I was intrigued.
He asserts his power over those around him through fear. He’s like a dog that bites. I can’t change him, it’s just who he is. And I don’t want to get bit.
He’s out there now, having a deep interaction with the kitchen pantry. But I’ll never side with you against him. These kids have been waking me in the night since before they were born. Anything from this point on is a blessing. And I will never be mad at him for existing too loudly.
For there may come a day when he is no longer here. And I will miss the nocturnal rumblings, and the half-light of the TV screen in the night, and a tired half-boy outstretched across no less than three chairs.