#acceptance
Happy with you
Learning To Leave [detail]- Cynthia Sheppard
So I’ve been writing this story for a while but having trouble getting it to a point where I can actually start to share it, but I’ve at least managed to get *a* beginning going, which serves mostly as an introduction to this character.
Elenir (my beloved)
This needs more work before it’s ready to put up “officially” but it’s good enough and since it is the relevant week, here he is.
So day 2 secondary prompts are: Acceptance, Loneliness, Pride
So I’ll repost a snippet I’ve shared before that fits that theme quite well.
In the days that followed I thought about grief; how nothing and nobody can prepare you for it. People tell you their stories but until you experience it for yourself you can’t possibly understand. There’s no going around it. Or under or over it. You’ve got to go through it. It will hit you in waves so enormous that you are smacked against the shore. It will permeate the very fabric of your life, so that everything you do is stained by it; every moment, good or bad, is steeped in sadness for a while. Even the nice moments, the achievements and successes, are tinged with the knowledge that someone or something is missing. And the first time that you smile or laugh, you catch yourself, because happiness feels so unfamiliar.
Hazel Hayes, Out of Love
How do you confront Grief and win? You don’t. You let Grief speak. You listen to his words and take in his lessons. You heed his warning as you wait for better days. There is no asset more valuable than retrospect, and retrospect is Grief’s gift to you. Grief is the messenger without whom there is no growth, no wisdom, no acceptance of what was and no hope for new beginnings.
And maybe, once Grief has etched his message into the skin of your soul, it’s really you who’s won.
Not a glorified or sensational victory — but a victory nevertheless. A victory whose wisdom eludes the masses but is indispensable to you. A quiet, dignified victory that tells you it’s okay to go on and shows you how. So sit with Grief. Talk to him. Learn his patterns and remember his story. Look upon his presence as a blessing and his visit as a soothing salve for your wounds.
What a beautiful way to put it in words! I would like you to see this.
-Dushka Zapata.
This is so utterly beautiful. I’d like to believe that the understanding brings with it, a gradual acceptance; as your body tries to accomodate and grow around the part of you that’s irrevocably lost. And when you start living again, seeing the world through the bleary eyes of your grief, another lesson awaits you.
It calls to mind, this snippet from A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara:
Or maybe he is closer still: maybe he is that gray cat that has begun to sit outside our neighbor’s house, purring when I reach out my hand to it; maybe he is that new puppy I see tugging at the end of my other neighbor’s leash; maybe he is that toddler I saw running through the square a few months ago, shrieking with joy, his parents huffing after him; maybe he is that flower that suddenly bloomed on the rhododendron bush I thought had died long ago; maybe he is that cloud, that wave, that rain, that mist. It isn’t only that he died, or how he died; it is what he died believing. And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.
After all, what is grief if not love persevering?
Age of Illusions (1965) dir. Istvàn Szabò
Love
Love
Love love love
Sticky stuff poetry’s made of
Shines like syrup in the bottle
Burns like acid, twists and mottles
Curls like ribbon, sweet and charming
Leaves a hollow pit, alarming
Surely this can’t be the stuff
That makes your guts marshmallow fluff
Consider, hollow, haunted, aching,
Certainly they’re not all faking
So what makes you the odd one out?
Disbelief becomes self doubt
Becomes a horror neverending
Destined for a bitter ending–
Maybe something here is broken
A thing that should remain unspoken
Lest they understand what’s missing
And abandon you for touching, kissing–
For partners, bedrooms, dates and marriage
How cruel of you to itch, disparage–
When it’s your turn, you’ll understand,
The promise makes you just feel damned
To be alone, alone, alone,
A fate like death to be bemoaned–
How could you forsake hope like this?
Love is fate, is home, is bliss
Is something you’re allergic to
Something you lack the point of view
To comprehend, to touch, to know,
This fourth-dimension puppet show
You grasp at frames one at a time
They slip away, like jello, slime,
A puzzle missing half the pieces,
Concept as grippable as grease is.
Big picture insight keeps evading
While friends and foes are serenading
You’re doing calculus to appear
Like someday too you’ll be held dear
But ever aching, chilling, howling
The truth is always watching, prowling
The chest hole where your heart should be
It never seems to hear your plea.
Perhaps it isn’t what it seems–
Blow that dream to smithereens
And comb the ashes for some insight
A different game, with effort, still might
Give you something to make sense of
Perspective helps drop pretense of
Love, love, love, love, oh love love love:
End all be all, below, above–
Romance might be for them, but you
Have a life to live for too.
It might take some renovation,
Letting go of a fixation–
The world gave you a gift at birth
Set the orbit of your self worth–
Sweet satellite, my moon, my stars,
The world is theirs as much as ours
For love of flavors vast and varied
And things beyond the hope you carried.
The end is not a bed, a ring,
A galaxy so vast it sings
Awaits your heart, and soul, and feet.
This feast will take a life to eat–
My un-damned creature, your echo
Expects you, and if you let go
You’ll find there’s more than survival.
Go! We expect your arrival.
You do not have to be the same
To live a life without that shame.
It may take time to understand,
But i know you can withstand
A world not built for those like you.
You will find you are not alone,
The shackles shed, the seeds all sown,
Love, love love, love love love love, it
Isn’t fate. Romance can shove it.
What Do I Want To Learn Over The Next 6 Months?
How do I want to improve?
- Understanding of who I am and how I work
- Accept and understand others for how they are
- Accept reality, circumstances, and other people
- Increase in my self-love and worth
- Better communication
- Have better relationships with the people in my life
- Manage self control: behavior, emotions, thoughts, perceptions
- Adopt a growth in mindset
- Improve my self-esteem
- Increase in my courage and confidence
- Learn how to set boundaries for myself
- Respect the boundaries of others
ACCEPTANCE &
SURRENDER.
Accept that everyone leaves.
I will leave, you will leave. No one knows or has control over anyone’s departure date. Feel blessed that you have today. Live freely and humbled that you have been gifted the greatest most valuable intangible thing ever… TIME.
Every second counts. Every second you will never get back again.
To love thyself is to accept that I will leave, you will leave, he will leave, she will leave, they will leave and to accept this knowledge is the ultimate surrender.
Cherish the time you have with yourself and with others and you will live life with no regrets. Truly value those that give you time and themselves.
I dare you to enter a relationship with yourself and others and do the following:
1. NO Expectations
2. NO Demands
3. NO Pressure
4. NO Criticism
5. NO Judgement
6. NO Should’s or Shouldn’t’s
7. NO Compromising yourself
8. 100% Commitment to each other
9. 100% Dedication to the adventure
10. Always create fun
11. Always have couple time.
12. Accept & Allow.
Accept who you are.
Accept that you will leave.
Accept who they are.
Accept that they will leave.
Allow yourself to hear.
Allow yourself to listen.
Allow yourself to have patience.
Allow yourself to believe.
Allow yourself to have hope.
Allow yourself to have faith.
Allow yourself to be conscious.
Allow yourself to be grateful.
Allow yourself to be humble.
Allow yourself to do the work.
Allow yourself to feel.
Allow yourself to heal.
Allow yourself to accept.
Allow yourself to surrender.
Allow yourself to know.
To know thyself
Is to heal thyself
To heal thyself
Is to Love thyself.
Love never fails.
Love Heals. Period.
Accept Love.
Surrender to Love.
I surrender.
I believe.
I have hope.
I have faith.
I forgive.
I am healing.
I choose me.
I will leave.
I am love.
I love myself.
I know thyself.
I choose myself.
I let go.
I am humble.
I surrender.
I am sorry.
I forgive myself.
I thank myself.
I love myself.
I left my mark.
I love you.
I love you too.
I bow to two. Myself & God.
I accept.
I surrender.
The last time I walked these paths
with this kind of chill in the air,
I was a seeker.
I wasn’t sure just what I sought–
what all of us seek, I imagine:
belonging, acceptance, understanding.
I found it in drips and drabs along my journey,
enough to keep me plodding onward,
despite the occasional step back.
I defined myself by the search.
As I walk here again this night,
with the cool fall air stinging my throat,
I’m aware that I have changed,
that I need to redefine myself.
A seeked-er? A searched-er? A sought-er?
I couldn’t have said what I was looking for, exactly,
but I can say now, unequivocally,
that it was you
and the found-er you’ve let me become.