I know I can be just a wee bit tangential at times. But I promise that I will "reign it all back in" soon, and you'll understand why I had to preface what's currently happening with what went before. Meanwhile, just a bit of 'unbecoming attractions' before I continue:
Yes, sometimes after all that hard work we do on ourselves, we can end up back where we started, only a little older and with the fear that this time around, we won't recover after all. I was rather shocked and saddened, after taking this raw selfie, of just how much it resembled the one I took several years ago. I mean, what's the point, if this is what I'm going to revert back to, time and again???
But -- just to make sure you know that God in his infinite mercy can restore us when we think we are far too gone, here's another image from today, just several weeks after the first pic. And yes, I still feel like one of the walking dead. However, our eyes are truly the windows to the soul and there's no denying that this girl has a little piss and vinegar left in her.
That should give some reassurance that "I can do all things with Him who strengthens me." Father actually made the entire congregation recite that aloud THREE times tonight. Personally, I think the Lord put a bug in his ear regarding that sad thing sitting in the 9th row on the left. The one who got home from church to find a letter from the IRS politely asking for an additional $705.00, after initially notifying her in August that she was actually getting a refund of $4,800.00. Those auditors with the Department of the Treasury have a positively sadistic sense of humor.
But back to the rest of the back story ...
But -- just to make sure you know that God in his infinite mercy can restore us when we think we are far too gone, here's another image from today, just several weeks after the first pic. And yes, I still feel like one of the walking dead. However, our eyes are truly the windows to the soul and there's no denying that this girl has a little piss and vinegar left in her.
October 2017 -- After 'inhaling' a Starbucks tomato caprese sandwich |
But back to the rest of the back story ...
As I said in my first post, I went through a rough patch in late 2014 and was able to turn it around with vigilant application of discipline to all aspects of my life -- physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual. Even when confronted by what could have been a game changing back injury, I kept going -- literally and figuratively -- and was able to heal in every way.
While I was strong enough to reenter the land of the living in 2015, one thing that remained a source of consternation was ... men. Part of the reason I had sunk so low at the end of 2014 was the demise of my budding involvement with a guy who was brilliant, funny, handsome, and talented. I 'met' him on FB through a mutual friend who thought we'd be a great match. He had a decidedly sarcastic streak in all of his postings, which led to some playful banter by which anyone could see that we were developing a mutual crush online. He was initially from my neck of the woods in Louisiana but currently lived in central Florida, where he shared joint custody of three little ones.
We first private messaged on FB chat, then progressed to email, and finally to phone calls, where we talked like magpies, one time all through the night as I traveled on AMTRAK to Wisconsin. He'd had notions, as a very young man, of being a writer, and had done well at it in his classes at my own alma mater, Tulane University. However, his financier father had developed serious health issues at a relatively young age. The son, accordingly, dropped out of school to help his father and never looked back. And, at the time we met, he was still assisting his father (currently living in Central America) with the latter's loan business.
It was clearly apparent, however, that he had a talent for expression that was going to waste. He wrote me poems. Not embarrassingly bad, horribly rhyming poems, but really lovely stuff. Even his texts and emails came off as verse, to the point that I actually created two chap books of his writings, some of them nothing more than wonderful private messages to me. The chap books were never created for publication, but more to show him just how talented he was and how much he needed to develop and share that talent.
I even illustrated the books, and for the cover, simply used a picture he made when he and his kids were creating self portraits in the driveway with Dawn dishwashing liquid.
Here is one of the many poems he dashed off for me:
It's just a room
A parlor, as old
gentlemen would say
Lamps, old books, family photos
Quiet, peaceful
You dance in
Lamps, old books, family photos
Quiet, peaceful
You dance in
Smelling of grass
and fresh rain
Carrying
an armful of daffodils
You dress the flowers and put them in a vase
Then smile and pick up your book
And I realize it's not just a room
You dress the flowers and put them in a vase
Then smile and pick up your book
And I realize it's not just a room
Now, this is where I tell you what a romantic I am, and actually, how much he was, as well. I'd forgotten this, but the title of the first chap book was "A Penny Under the Nightstand." You see, "V" was even more of a fan than I of what may arguably be the most romantic film ever made: "Somewhere in Time." Anyone who has seen that movie knows how tragic the appearance of a lowly penny can be.
Christopher Reeve's character, Richard Collier, is a modern day playwright who is experiencing writer's block and a generalized ennui about his current existence. To clear his head, he spontaneously takes off from Chicago, zooming through I-94 out of Chicago and eventually, with no reservations, arrives at this achingly beautiful spot on Mackinac Island, in northern Michigan. And it actually is this breathtaking -- my parents took me and my brothers there when we were young.
Since no cars are allowed on the island, Hollywood took a liberty in allowing Richard to pull right up to the front of the Grand Hotel in his convertible. He's so endearingly handsome, however, that I would not blame the hotel for making this one time exception to the rule. When Richard enters the hotel dining room that evening, he is told that it will not be open for almost another hour.
Since no cars are allowed on the island, Hollywood took a liberty in allowing Richard to pull right up to the front of the Grand Hotel in his convertible. He's so endearingly handsome, however, that I would not blame the hotel for making this one time exception to the rule. When Richard enters the hotel dining room that evening, he is told that it will not be open for almost another hour.
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Richard Collier sees Elise McKenna for the first time |
With time on his hands, he decides to walk about the hotel and discovers a room containing historical objects associated with the hotel and the surrounding community. And then, he sees the portrait of HER and becomes sufficiently captivated that he is determined to travel though time, all the way back to 1912 to meet the woman of his dreams, an esteemed young actress of the day, Elise McKenna, played by Jane Seymour.
To prepare for this meeting, Richard first confers with a former professor from his college days -- to ascertain if time travel is even possible and, if so, how to make it happen. He also buys a three-piece suit in a vintage shop to help him further embody the era he is trying to enter.
To prepare for this meeting, Richard first confers with a former professor from his college days -- to ascertain if time travel is even possible and, if so, how to make it happen. He also buys a three-piece suit in a vintage shop to help him further embody the era he is trying to enter.
His initial attempt to transport himself is frustratingly futile, but eventually, Richard is successful, not only in going back to 1912, and meeting Elise, but at capturing her guarded heart, despite her creepily possessive manager (played by Christopher Plummer) sparing no effort -- including a brutal attack on Richard -- to keep the two star crossed lovers apart. They are finally together, gloriously happy but for a few hours, with no idea of just how short lived their bliss will be.
What happens is that Elise says something like "The first thing I'm going to do for you ..." whereupon Richard interrupts her, teasing, "You've already done." She blushes and says, "Well, the second thing I'm going to do is buy you a new suit." She tells him it's terribly outdated, and he rises, protesting, "I don't know why people keep giving me such a hard time about this suit." He laughs about how it's got all kinds of special pockets for tucking things away, and, as example, pulls a coin out of one of the pockets. He then stares with shock and dread at the 1979 penny in his outstretched hand. Recognition of the year from which he traveled causes him to be pulled back into it, as Elise watches in horror. At this point, the entire movie audience recoils in empathetic sadness.
Richard comes to on the bed back in the current day version of his hotel room. He weeps and tries in vain to transport himself back to Elise, but he is physically exhausted (one of the side effects of time travel his college professor had warned him about) and cannot do so. He goes into a state of catatonic depression. By the time the hotel staff discover him, he is near death and cannot be resuscitated. However, the story ends with this image of Richard reunited with Elise in the Great Beyond.
So, minus a few details here and there, that is the bittersweet story that has made this movie such a favorite for men as well as women. I was surprised in reading up on this, how much both sexes have taken to this film. There is a fan base which includes couples who go to the Grand Hotel and dress in period costume in homage to Richard and Elise.
My long distance love, "V," was the one who brought up the 1979 penny, and saw a bit of the story of Elise and Richard in our situation, insofar as the distance between us. Early on, he told me that he kept a 1979 penny on his nightstand, that his little boy once picked up the penny and asked to put it in his bank. He told his son, "No, that's a special one you cannot have." He then proceeded to keep it in a safe place by taping it to the underside of the nightstand. I, in turn, found myself constantly checking my change whether at Starbucks or the grocery store. One week, I actually received three 1979 pennies. And one of them, in kind, was taped to the underside of my own nightstand. I told you I was a romantic.
This poem was actually the first "V" wrote for me. There is a suggested dreaminess in his imagining what it would be like to watch me sleep.
"V" and I never did meet. We didn't even have the few hours of bliss shared by Elise and Richard. The reason fell into that all-encompassing term: complicated. His initial proposition was that we meet in Guatemala! He'd arrange for a plane ticket and meet up with me in his father's current environs.
I was, predictably, surprised by this suggestion. After all, he knew very little about me, including that I was 13 years his senior. When I told our mutual friend about the suggested plan, I said, "I was thinking more of meeting for coffee at some point," to which my friend responded with a wink, "I'm sure they have coffee in Guatemala." He added, "What are you afraid of?" I said, "That he'll be disappointed." To which he said, "Well, I wouldn't be."
Still, being flown to another continent for an initial meet-up was a little more dramatic than I could handle. So, as we got to know each other further, the plan seemed to be that I'd come to central Florida at some point and meet him on his turf with his kids. Meanwhile, we daydreamed, as people often do, in that glorious initial stage, of how we might live someday. He was an impassioned cook and had fantasized about someday having a small farm, and using what he reaped to take to a weekly market, offering "A Taste of New Orleans." With me by his side, of course. I pictured myself, barefoot, hair long and free, wearing some loose kind of dress, writing in a humble "Cross Creek" shabby chic kind of farmhouse, and rising every so often to go to the doorway and watch him outside in his element. We even had a name for the farm, but that's ours alone to remember.
But --
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Richard Collier and Elise McKenna in a blissful moment together |
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The penny that pulled them apart |
Richard comes to on the bed back in the current day version of his hotel room. He weeps and tries in vain to transport himself back to Elise, but he is physically exhausted (one of the side effects of time travel his college professor had warned him about) and cannot do so. He goes into a state of catatonic depression. By the time the hotel staff discover him, he is near death and cannot be resuscitated. However, the story ends with this image of Richard reunited with Elise in the Great Beyond.
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Heavenly reuniting of Elise and Richard |
My long distance love, "V," was the one who brought up the 1979 penny, and saw a bit of the story of Elise and Richard in our situation, insofar as the distance between us. Early on, he told me that he kept a 1979 penny on his nightstand, that his little boy once picked up the penny and asked to put it in his bank. He told his son, "No, that's a special one you cannot have." He then proceeded to keep it in a safe place by taping it to the underside of the nightstand. I, in turn, found myself constantly checking my change whether at Starbucks or the grocery store. One week, I actually received three 1979 pennies. And one of them, in kind, was taped to the underside of my own nightstand. I told you I was a romantic.
This poem was actually the first "V" wrote for me. There is a suggested dreaminess in his imagining what it would be like to watch me sleep.
I awake in the night
I see a soft shadow on your face
I see a soft shadow on your face
I hear your slow steady breath
I want to touch you, but you seem so
Content
So I lie and wonder what you are dreaming about
The Canals inVenice ?
The Gardens ofVersailles ?
And I hope
I want to touch you, but you seem so
Content
So I lie and wonder what you are dreaming about
The Canals in
The Gardens of
And I hope
Wherever you are, I am there
And I slowly drift off to sleep
Content
And I slowly drift off to sleep
Content
"V" and I never did meet. We didn't even have the few hours of bliss shared by Elise and Richard. The reason fell into that all-encompassing term: complicated. His initial proposition was that we meet in Guatemala! He'd arrange for a plane ticket and meet up with me in his father's current environs.
I was, predictably, surprised by this suggestion. After all, he knew very little about me, including that I was 13 years his senior. When I told our mutual friend about the suggested plan, I said, "I was thinking more of meeting for coffee at some point," to which my friend responded with a wink, "I'm sure they have coffee in Guatemala." He added, "What are you afraid of?" I said, "That he'll be disappointed." To which he said, "Well, I wouldn't be."
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Fantasizing about being Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings |
But --