bloodteethandflame

A life in threes

Found. Poem.

Have you ever heard of a found poem?

This morning when I was cleaning the kitchen, I found my son’s word list. It is the 11th Dolch sight word list (for 3rd graders) given to him this year. I don’t know where his teachers draw them from, but this week’s list:

List 11 |draw |together
Wash | clean | please
Show | grow | thank
Hot | best | wish
Because | upon | many
Far | these | shall
Live | sing | laugh
Love |

when combined with his list of problem words/sentence phrases (pencilled from last week on a separate sheet of paper):

With me
Before
You will / you will
And you / For me
I am your
From a / people
and (in clauses)
Love

make for a pretty interesting ‘found poem’:

You draw together with me
Wash clean please before
You will show. You will grow. And you thank for me
I am your Hot best wish
Because upon many
From a Far these people shall
Live and sing and laugh
And Love

~~~
Pretty neat.

From my paper journal 2-10-13

(from my paper journal 2-10-13. Raw contents below)

It is 3:30 AM, and I’ve got things on my mind.

The other night, I had the opportunity to ask someone any question that I wanted…for free…but I could not think of anything to ask that was ‘safe’ for me to know. I want answers, sure…but when faced with such a lovely opportunity, I felt that if I asked something that had been really weighing on me, I felt that one, possibly two things would happen:

a) I would get an answer, and be disturbed by it. Could I handle the answer? Such as the comment, Oh do you really want to know? ‘cause once I give you an answer, that means that you’ll have to deal with the issue at hand, which is the issue you are asking about, isn’t it?
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b) No matter how I feel about the answer, I do feel that my asking would definitely mean that I have to deal with it. In some ways, I feel that the asking would require opening the door to dealing with things that I might not want to deal with right now. Sometimes I think I have enough on my plate.

But still the conversation was a good one.

And it gave me other food for thought, and caused a musing which I am working out here:

At one point in the conversation, my divine friend muttered, Oh well, but you are married.
As if I thought his interest in me was not legitimate.

(Wait now, there’s a traditional monogamous response. But if it was not – and monogamy shouldn’t come from me because my husband and I consider ourselves poly — I realized another angle that he could’ve been getting at.)

I realized that – while it might have been a tad bit disrespectful – I could have shot back, Well, so are you. You are married to someone, too — and several dozen others, I might add –so what is your point? You want to talk about monogamy?
I’m not monogamous. I’m polyamorous.
(Ah, l’esprit d’escalier…where were you?)

(But that is where I wonder if the human filter comes into play, too, but I’m going to put that discussion aside for right now.)

Either way,I suppose that it would have been disrespectful calling my friend out like so, but there may be a kernel of something else embedded in his statement, because further on, I recall there being some difficulty. “He’s talking about things that I don’t understand…”

And I for one was curious about these things that weren’t understood, and I wonder if they have anything to do with the thoughts that kept me awake tonight.

Much as the world doesn’t need more categorization, I do think that it is human nature to try to categorize anyway. It helps our understanding, this need to break down situations into smaller, easier pieces.

There is talk of hierarchies and how they are bad, and some polyamorous people might even insist that all of their relationships are equally weighted in polyamory. Some of these poly folks dislike using terms such as ‘primary’ partner and ‘secondary’ partner, because that implies that the ‘primary’ is the most important relationship, and furthering that logic, doesn’t that mean that a secondary is…’second best’?

In theory, no…but in practice, maybe, yes. Does anybody ever want to feel ‘second best’?**

Our egos say ‘no, of course not.’ But polyamory done in reality does cause one participating in a polyamorous relationship to confront, or at least unpack, one’s views on that very situation. I would hazard to guess that most people participating in polyamorous relationships today were raised by parents living in a monogamous relationship, and so, just like polytheistic pagans who come from monotheistic religious backgrounds, people living in polyamorous relationships are also dealing with the first step of unpacking what having multiple partners is going to mean to them, and to the people in the relationships with them. And that can be hard work, trying to create a working relationship dynamic that involves several people, rather than just you and one other person. One must examine one’s personal values and priorities in relationships. One must hone one’s communication skills. Lots of thought and action needs to be done in order for any good relationship to work, let alone, a polyamorous relationship to work.

This is where I might get a little personal when I point out that I believe that the polyamorous relationships that have a greater potential to go awry are the ones that begin with a couple who are *primarily involved* in a term-committed dynamic with each other (whether it’s a long term committed relationship, a BDSM structured dynamic, or a marriage), and a third party (or parties) become involved.

There doesn’t even have to be love involved; the key is the commitment, or perhaps even the intensity of the existing relationship. Some poly people call this ‘opening up’ a relationship, and if one started from a committed primary relationship, it definitely is.

Why do I say that there is so much more to go awry? Well because in any structured committed relationship in a couple – egalitarian or not – the dynamic involves people placing significance on another, or at least, resolving to pay some significant attention to one another. Whether they formally promised to or not, there is the assumption that each is seeing the other as important, special, what-have-you. We are in a relationship. We matter to each other. We are a team; we are a two person dynamic.

But here comes a third person. Now that third person may be single, or may be in another relationship themselves (with or without varying levels of commitment), but in that third person wanting to have a relationship with one (or even both) of you, that third person is going to have an impact on the existing relationship of the couple(s) involved. This is why there is a saying in polyamorous circles that the three important rules of polyamory are:
1. Communication
2. Communication
3. Communication.

And I would also say this about a lot more than polyamorous relationships – any relationship with human beings can always stand to involve better, if not more, communication.

And I will tell you that the first thing that essentially comes up is attention. And this is where the math agony comes in. The primarily committed relationship might have had a factor of two. Even if it wasn’t a perfect 50-50, it was there.

You are my partner, and I am your partner. Whether or not you talked about it, your relationship required you to involve that one other person in your math calculations every day. That person (your partner) may have only gotten 30% of your time and attention for the day, because your partner might be competing for attention against the 70% of your other daily time and attention commitments (job, kids, daily commute, household chores, etc), but there was an unspoken resolution that you were going to spend some portion of your day at least being aware of each other’s existence, even if it’s only in thoughts, rather than physical presence.

But here’s this third person, who wants to have a relationship with you. How much time/attention/commitment does s/he get? That third person and the relationship that s/he represents, is going to require a piece in your personal equation, as it would be with any other commitment in your life. To be fair, is it a factor of 3 now? Maybe, maybe not. How important is s/he to you?

If I was going to be mathematically PC about it, I’d say that the third probably deserves at least a third of your ‘relationship equation,’ right?

But, speaking as a person who has made these mistakes, people aren’t always able to fit neatly into mathematical equations. Sometimes, one partner – and the relationship –requires more attention/time/commitment than others.

In my personal experience – especially in the relationship that ended as of late – you can believe that you have a nice three-way egalitarian relationship, and you might even have that, to some degree. The goal is that all of your partners feel loved, cherished, and important in your life (and in each other’s lives, as the case may be.) That is some smooth sailing polyamory. You’ve accomplished a delightful almost magical synergy when everything falls together, and you’re all in sync, even if you are not involved with each other. (Even though, supposedly, we were involved with each other.)

That’s where communication comes in. You can’t have synergy if there is a lack of communication anywhere in the system. That creates a gap between what you believe you have and what you actually have in terms of the relationship, and that can be a problem. I will be honest, that commitment to honest communication is a very important part.

But when two becomes three is the hardest part.

Even if the situation wherein ‘the initial primary partner has an issue with all the attention/significance lavished on another partner’ is a more common thorny issue in polyamory, there are other issues that can – and sometimes do – crop up often.

In my experience, the above situation is cake compared to this one:

This is when one partner has to convince one of the two in your triad that the existence of the main relationships –or other significant relationships – shouldn’t create a crisis of belief.
“You have a primary/significant/term relationship that existed before I came along. That means that I am not as significant as the pre-existing one.” ( Or as it is more commonly put, “Oh well, but you’re married. I don’t want to be anybody’s secondary…”)

Though, I believe that these two scenarios actually spring from the same issue at the heart of it: relationship imbalance.

Is this monogamy talking? Or at least, a line of thinking framed in a monogamous paradigm.

That, my friends, gives me all sorts of feelings today.
Are relationships in polyamory actually equal?

In theory, yes. In practice, perhaps, no
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Even if you don’t use the words ‘primary’ and ‘secondary’ and what have you, the hierarchy can still be there in some slight way. Most would assume that a husband/wife, by its socially sanctioned definition, is more significant than a boyfriend/girlfriend.

But it depends on how you define those terms. And as it is with any socially significant word (a signifier, I suppose) husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, there’s an emotionally charged social shorthand that can be extremely difficult to get around.

For example, if you had asked me several years ago, did I want to have equal relationships with more than one person, I would have told you yes.

So why did I get married?

For many reasons, but not because I thought that my husband was going to be the single, most important person in my life, possibly for all time….which is how a lot of folks (polyamorous included!) see the emotional meaning of husband/wife.

I see being a wife differently. I definitely see it as a term of commitment – I made a significant commitment, and I wear a ring as a tangible sign of that commitment – but its meaning, to me, is not nearly as singularly narrow a definition as what most people might think.

Do I feel naked without that ring? Yes, but I think that it is more likely because I have been wearing it for 20 years, so it has made its mark on my finger.

And yes, I believe in marks.
And I believe in the weight of them.
~~~
So, how does my polyamory relate to the Gods?
I am attempting to sort that out.
~~~
“Oh well, but you’re married.”

Maybe the angle my lovely friend wishes me to consider is this: He doesn’t want to be my third; he doesn’t want to be my secondary, either. He wants himself and any and all work that he requires to be of primary importance.

Marriages are commitments. Marriages tangle wyrd. Marriages require negotiation. Marriages carry social and emotional weight.

I was arguing in my head right then, and I think on this more and more as the day goes on.

Well so are you. You’re married as well. I can think of at least three marriages of yours that I could read about in most university libraries.
And then, dozens more that I’ve heard of…and even if they aren’t all written down for me to read, I’ve no doubt that you’ve left your mark on ALL of them.

So, I’m polyamorous. It’s not like my marriage gets in the way like you might think.
~~~
Or does it?

Does he know how much this connects? I realize that I have a little bit of leftover rage that I’m feeling…that not necessarily at him, but definitely at those words.
Rage towards recent ex who tried to shut me down with those very words.

(Isn’t that what she was screaming? ** Oh, well, but you’re married! You. Wouldn’t. Understand.)

I could never understand, in her opinion.
Because I drank the KoolAid.
Because I wore the ring.
Because I made a commitment. ( Marriage was, oddly, a commitment that she could never make, she insisted, as she called me from the restroom of a VFW in Atlanta. She was attnding the October wedding of an ex-girlfriend of hers. I hate weddings, she said.)

I never knew what she meant, but that was her excuse. That was her block. She saw it as such a separation. The fact that I was married to someone had so much meaning, even though I was married to a man, and she often claimed that she loved him too.

I did not know what she meant when she screamed those very same words at me that night, or why she wanted to punch me while saying them…
But I opened my mouth and I let my own self go to a very dark, surreal place, and let’s just say that, we had our own Heathir-senna right then and there.

All the words just poured out.

And I left.
~~~
“Oh well, but you’re married.”

I wrote that all out just now –about J and that night that we broke up — and I don’t know if I want to laugh or flail.

The words that I said to her that night felt like the truth, even though they hurt us all very badly.

I have never made anyone that I love cry as hard as I did that night, but there was something also very necessary about them.

I remember what I said.

I hope that I don’t soon forget.

(But now the question remains – for my sock puppets to debate endlessly I guess –)
If there isn’t any such thing as a coincidence:

Why would he choose those very words to say to me on a Friday night, over a month later?
~~~
I read with interest Del’s latest entry about sacrifice and spiritwork.

And highlighted for me, again, is the message that the Gods will remove what gets in the way of the work.

~~~
And so I ponder Del’s entry, my sock puppets and I.

I cannot sleep and I cannot stop for my pondering of All These Things.

I am pondering about Loki, polyamory, spirit work, the meaning of ‘opening up’, and the nature of these coincidences that may or may not be… coincidences.

And I know — because hopefully, I am learning — to hold my tongue on asking any direct questions until I figure out as the whether or not I can handle the answers.

But as the questions come up, I write them on the whiteboard, because it is something worth thinking about.
~~~

(http://youtu.be/V8rtJRlLdI8)
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to

~~~~

But despite everything, there is love.

Chime hours.

It’s become an every day occurrence that I am awakened between 3:00 and 6:00 AM.

I’ve seen others ascribe some mysterious meaning to this, but I’m not certain that I can any longer.

Sometimes, it seems that it has always been this way, and that is the reason that I often found myself being the employee that was often tasked with either closing the store (midnight to 2 AM), or opening the store (6-8AM). Both of these situations almost guaranteed that I’d be either going to bed by 4 AM, or having to be awakened by 4 AM or so.

Other times, I would almost want to blame it on my children when they were babies. Each of them always had the best feeding at 4 AM or so, and so 4 AM became my favorite, quiet ‘bonding’ time of my day.

I think about my childhood, and its night terrors, studying in college, hanging out with ‘night owls,’ adapting to feeding schedules, or simply working first shifts, and third shifts, and it feels like I’m just trying to adapt to a very real situation.

I am going to be awake — for whatever reason– between 3:00 and 6:00 AM most days.

I will admit that, over the years, I found myself getting very dependent on sleeping pills to attempt to sleep through the hours between 3:00 and 6:00 AM.

But I’m not going to fight it any more.

I should just accept it.

I do have to say that there is something to be said for watching the sun rise.

Sannion makes his point much more eloquently and succinctly than I ever could. I seek to embody this every day, and especially every time I seek to make an offering to the Gods. They deserve our best, and I strive to give just that, each and every time.

Words fail.

You know, sometimes I am reluctant to share certain aspects of what’s been happening lately.

Lots.

Good thing that y’all are patient. I’m getting there.

Today’s events involved an unbidden and intense visual, which inspired me to draw several pictures – in pencil — trying to convey what I saw, somehow.

Maybe I should be glad that you can’t see into my brain.

Open up.

I had an interesting dream the other night. Monday or Tuesday, maybe.

It was totally silent, as if I was watching a film of some sort, and there wasn’t any sound that I could hear in it. Several times I tried to speak, and no sound would come out. That alone disconcerted me a bit, since I am prone to nightmares that hinge upon me being unable to do something necessary and/or important, and this just seemed like another one of those.

Sometimes L shows up in these dreams — or rather lately, L has been showing up as himself rather than taking the face of someone else in these dreams — but he doesn’t talk.

He just looks at me, maybe smiles a little.

Sometimes he’ll make a gesture, such as pointing to something in the place that we’re in, or he’ll be holding something in his hands that he’ll be wanting to show me.

Sometimes, I just see him in the background, somewhere…like we are playing a game of Where’s Waldo, or I-Spy, and I usually wake up shortly after seeing him.

But in this dream, it began with him just sitting cross-legged on the right side of my bed.

The creepy thing is, I had been sleeping in the dream, and I woke up to see him there.

And it took a lot for me not to ‘jump out’ of dreaming and wake up.

And we sat looking at each other.

He squinted his eyes like he was examining my face.

In the dream, I was feeling worn, but anxious, because here was company, and I was laying in bed.

Even though, I didn’t feel well, it was the typical anxiety that I get when feeling sick, I’ve got to get up because I’ve got to… I should offer a drink, I should put on coffee…no, I’m OK, let me just…get up…

And I turned slightly, preparing to get out of bed.

And then L did the oddest thing.

It didn’t make sense to me then, but he reached out and touched my face.

I thought that he was being nice, so I stopped turning, and let it be.

I could feel the tips of his fingers against my cheek, and his thumb pressed against my jawline, holding my face.

Gentle, kinda sweet.

L was holding my face in his hands.

And then, even more strangely, he pushed his fingers and thumb firmly against my lips and teeth, and with quick, light pressure, coaxed me to open my mouth.

The expression on his face just then was difficult to describe; not smiling, not frowning, but suddenly, I was aware that he seemed focused on something, seemingly examining something about my mouth.

My brain scrambled through possibilities, as I felt his other hand cradle the back of my head.

I was watching his face, and he mouthed the word, Open as his fingers pulled gently on my chin to open my mouth a bit more.

And suddenly, I took a deep breath, and…. I don’t know how to describe it, it seemed the most fulfilling breath I had ever taken.

Suddenly every feeling that I had felt since the beginning, all the nerves, all the stress, all the weariness and fear that I felt about anything and everything…about him, and not about him…was there.

And I could let it out… in one breath.

~~~
Of course, I tried to talk, just then, to say ‘Thank you’ and so forth, but no sound would come.

And, of course, when I looked at L, he just sat back, smiled slightly, raised one eyebrow, and mouthed, Open

I took another deep breath,like you do when you are learning to swim, and you want to fill up your lungs, because you are about hold it all in for your dive into deep water

But L leaned forward, looked me in the eye, and mouthed, Open

And every. time. I would not, or forget, or worse, tried to talk,

It was

Open

Open

Open

And when I woke up, however, I tried to test my voice, and my throat was raspy and dry.

Well, I’ve been coming down with a cold these past few days, so I chalked this dream up to simply that my brain chose to examine the seeming inevitability that I would probably get laryngitis if I didn’t take care of my throat.

And maybe, the raspiness was due to the fact that I had slept too long, breathing through my mouth, so…that could be the possible explanation, right?

One thing leads to another…

But I didn’t really connect the details that I remembered with having anything to do with anything more than that.

~~~

And today, today I find out that “Ah” is the simplest sound that a human can make. Just open your mouth and push the sound out. A sigh. A gasp. An exclamation of understanding. A discovery.**

Ah.

I just have to open up.

~~~

**”…the tone of “Ah” which is really wonderful, and helps close holes in the auric field when one is really tired. Very simple…..drop your jaw, and say Ahhhhhh….with a bit of a musical tone, and focus on your 3rd eye. I’ve taught it to tons of folks, and it works so great to stop losing energy especially in stressful situations.” Thank you, Ms. L.F.P!

~~~

Edited (again) to add: Hail Loki!

Service.

There are two ways of spreading light: To be the candle or to be the mirror that reflects it. Edith Wharton

Service which is rendered without joy helps neither the servant nor the served. But all other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.Mohandas K. Gandhi

 

I’ve been thinking a lot — and writing a lot — about how service is a major apect of my spirituality. 

I’ve been reluctant to share, because…well, because there is so much in my head that it becomes difficult to condense it into something resembling coherence, lately.

What I can tell you is that I woke up this morning with this particular phrase in my mind:

“Your role is not to be, but to make the space for others to be.”

There’s more, but that seems to be another handy, albeit raw, condensation of what I had been struggling to convey.  And I want to say, that role – of making space for others to be — is just as important as the role of being.

 

 

New Year.

So now that the month is halfway over, I think that I can safely point out that there’s been a few changes from this time last year :

-Even though on this date last year, my husband was unemployed, I am happy to say that he has has held positions with three separate tech companies since then.   As a matter of fact, there’s the further change that his latest job is with a company based out of Washington, DC…and it’s not virtual office as the others were, so my husband is maintaining both a home office and an office in DC.

-Second change is that my oldest son doesn’t live at home any longer.  He splits his time between work and school, and he has been living in his own place since May.  I’m still not sure what I’m going to do with the extra space, formerly referred to as his bedroom.

-Third change, which is rather recent, is that my husband and I broke it off with our long-term girlfriend two weeks ago. 

Yeah, it still hurts, but we’re getting through as best we can. 

And in a way, there seemed to be foreshadowing to that:  Four weeks ago, around the same time that I was collecting supplies for a necklace that I was making for the Yule gift exchange, I commissioned with another craftsperson to make a custom necklace for said girlfriend, to be completed by January 4th.

Turns out the craftsperson — who was also a friend of mine — had a sudden family emergency on Dec 29th, which made it so she could not even begin to create the necklace, let alone finish it, by January 4th.  She was so apologetic, and very worried because of it; her email to me asked outright if she’d “ruined my holiday’ by ‘inconveniencing’ me this way. 

After what happened on January 4th, I don’t know if my friend would have been a little relieved that she didn’t need to make anything for anyone, after all.

Anyway.

 

Here’s to experiencing more positive changes in the New Year.

Report Back on: Lussekatter (saffron) buns.

So.

Yesterday, someone had mentioned Lussekatter buns in one of the groups on FB.

Having never heard the term before, I Googled as to what a Lussekatter bun was, and found that they are saffron-flavored sweet buns that are made in celebration of St. Lucia’s Day on December 13th.  The buns are often shaped like double S’s/figure 8s — which are evocative of cats/cat eyes, I suppose.  (One quick web translator defines lussekatter as ‘Lucia’s cats,’ for example)

Looking over the recipe, I was glad to realize that the recipe is rather straightforward, and I already had everything I would need on hand, except for saffron.

So, this morning, I went out to buy saffron.

And I discovered that saffron can be hard to find around this area of the country.   But I eventually was able to find some ‘Spanish saffron threads’, and I was on my way.

The bread dough for these buns is very buttery and sweet, and so, this bread smells wonderful while it is baking.

(Actually, if I was going to caution anyone about making these, I would point out that one whole package of saffron threads (little under 1/2 ounce) is exactly the amount needed…and as the reviewer on the above recipe points out, try to get saffron that is the highest quality that you can afford, if you really want the saffron flavor to come through in this recipe.  I don’t know what Europeans use, but the Spanish saffron that I found and used wasn’t as flavorful as I’d hoped.)

Here’s a picture of how mine came out:

lussekatter2

OK…maybe not.

If the pic ever does show up, you might notice that the buns are a little flatter than they should be.

It’s that damned Florida humidity is what it is.

But they taste good.

A kid’s eye view.

HelaNLoki

 

 

My younger son drew this some time ago.

I was talking to a friend earlier this afternoon, and I mentioned that my youngest son often draws pictures of the Norse gods.

This particular picture was a gift for me, because I had been having an awful day, and K wanted to cheer me up.

(In case you could not guess, it is a drawing of Loki (Loce) and his daughter, Hela (Hal).)

And I must say, it *did* cheer me up…especially the fact that Hela is smiling.

 

Who wouldn’t be cheered by Hela smiling?