Black Dress Banter
Purposeful banter about life, dreams, love, purpose and hope.
Thursday, September 5, 2019
I have to admit that I have often felt rebuffed when my married (generally older and married and married a long time) friends try to tell how hard marriage can be or advise me to be happy Single, because I have sometimes felt that the conversation shifted from my grief about being single to their complaints about being married.
At times when I’ve been the most anxious about being single, I didn’t want to hear the downside of being married. I didn’t want to hear about 2 am feedings or rebellious kids.
I wanted to hear, “I understand.” Or “I’m sorry you are hurting.”
“I know you want a husband and children. Your religious leaders told you not to have children before marrying, and here you are in your 40s, single, no children. You did as you were told. Now you’re having to face the possibility of not seeing these dreams for love and family come to pass. I’m sorry.”
That’s just my experience.
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
Tangled Intentions
Human frailty, human error and mutual feelings
The Choice and The Cost
Finished my undergraduate degree years back, pledged as a returning student in undergrad, then graduated. Started my career, traveled, mentored, godmothered, etc. Tons of positive life experiences under my belt.
I’ve always been a person that people trusted with their children and thought I would make a good mom.
I was however, determined, if I could help it, not to have a child with a man who didn’t possess the attributes of being a great father, because my father was not. I was not going to subject an unborn child to some selfish man, just cause I “liked” him (if I could afford it).
Not having children, I’ve encountered sooo many people who acted like something was “wrong” with me because I didn’t. Men and women alike have assumed I was barren, picky or crazy. And they were bold enough to tell me as much.
So many people told me I would “run out of time,” and that I’d better “get started.”
However, as much as I’ve always wanted children, I did not feel that was reason enough to haphazardly step into parenthood, if I could avoid it.
Sometimes the shade and innuendo is all too much, but I guard my rights and reasons for my choices too much to allow myself to get swept away in public opinion and propaganda.
I try to find ways to give to mothers who are struggling to raise their kids and let the blessedness of giving drown out the screams of criticism.
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
SOULkiss
-Copyright 2003
in the produce aisle of the local grocery store,
jam-packed with holiday shoppers
she was
reaching for the last bag of oranges,
as he reached for the same citrus-filled bag.
Hands touched in a moment, bashful.
when their eyes met, he traveled, floating, back to
the beginning of time where he first met her.
In his split-second daydream:
A sensual soulkiss found
his mouth melting her like hot sugar,
the scent of her being, familiar feeling,
because, somewhere inside, he knew her already.
He recognized the landscape of her soul, as it matched his own.
Could it be that spirits know their mate
before beings know face?
Sneaking suspicion of recognition;
another space, when time binds hearts
and hands reach endlessly for each other.
Gazing in his eyes inside the crowded grocery store,
She thinks he reminds her of someone she met
a long time ago.
Or was it a dream?
She tastes sugar and smells oranges...
In the produce aisle of the local grocery store...
in meeting her, he has met his other half.
They share the bag of oranges,
and the sweet bliss of the soulkiss.
Monday, December 18, 2017
Thursday, August 3, 2017
Sprint
People will avoid you like the plague when loss, pain, illness or hardship strikes. It's as if they're afraid your brush with chaos is "contagious," like they will catch turmoil from being around you.
It's amazing to watch people sprint out of your life with urgent vigor, while crushing blows hit your life at every angle. You stand there, stunned, tear-stained and shocked as their footsteps echo the dark path out of your life.
Those who once cried bitter tears into your sweater are running with feverish angst, to get away from your disaster as it unfolds.
Once the smoke clears, your stock goes up, and the pendulum swings back in your favor, people start walking back toward you, but
it's a looong way back.
By the time they decide you're worth hanging around with, the chasm between you and them has grown even wider, because you've grown. You've now outgrown your need for them throughout the long tear-filled days you survived after they walked out on you.
You're stronger, wiser, better. You've matured past being needy, insecure and deficient.
They try to bridge the distance, but it just isn't the same. There's an unspoken strain, a stain from when they abandoned you in your darkest hour.
The scourge is now gone; you're no longer tainted goods, but you are more protective of your space now. You're guarding your time, your emotions, your headspace.
You're in a different place now, and you can't apologize for it.
What those who have left you don't realize is that you have graduated to a peaceful space that is no longer controlled by others' acceptance or rejection of you. You've learned to thrive even when the only voice you can hear is your own, and the only shoulder you can lean on is God's.
Times have changed, and it's in the air. People can tell that you're better, and you're on the rise. And here they come.
But you've also changed. For the better. You're not wounded; you're healed. You're not deficient; your whole. The hole in your heart left by their absence is closed up and no scar remains.
You no longer depend on the support of finicky characters; your life is focused, directed and balanced. Clarity is yours, peace is yours; you are renewed.
And the good news is, your life's happiness is no longer hanging in the balance of unreliable hands; you've taken yourself out of those shaky situations and learned to stand on sacred, solid ground.
This is the upside of being let down, abandoned, discarded, disappointed, left for dead....
When you rise, you're standing up taller, confident in wholeness, and in the One who never leaves.