I just woke up feeling euphoric. I have this most mornings. Even if my alarm clock is blaring, I feel sort of on top of the world. It’s a gift, I suppose. I think it’s the feeling of blankets, partly, and how I’m not thinking about much else yet, so the feeling of blankets really takes me over. And then I notice my open window, and that it is raining, and that also makes me ever so slightly giddy. I smile a lot. And then, I realize that I am probably totally insane, because it is practically a law of nature that no one feel this way in the morning.
I downloaded some new tunes last night:
“Under the Ivy” by Kate Bush
- (I found this in the background of one of Sabrina Ward Harrison’s artistic videosĀ dubbed the “True Living Project”)
“Neon Bible” by the Arcade Fire
- (Also discovered in one of Sabrina Ward Harrison’s videos)
“God is in the House” by Nick Cave
- I remembered watching this live at a friend’s house and loving it a lot.
A little more Over the Rhine stuff including, “Anything at All,” “Ohio,” “Drunkard’s Prayer,” and “Suitcase.”
I downloaded on my back deck with a glass of $3.50 red wine, and a Djarum clove cigarette. It was delicious. It was cool out so I threw on two sweatshirts. It was good. A good, good night. People were asleep in the house. People who had fought like cats and dogs earlier. People who are finally not my parents, but sadly my friends, who I feel are too young to be fighting like maniacs for love to finish all their unfinished sentences, and weigh in for them, when they didn’t feel quite good enough. I’ve done it. I’ve fought that way for someone. And I’ll never do it again. Because it wasn’t him I was really fighting for. It was for something to make me feel complete. The problem is that a relationship can make some people, people like me feel complete at the beginning, especially if there’s any sort of physical stuff involved, because most men jump at that and decide it’s love and they’ll say it is in your ear, that they’re falling in love with you, that you are perfect, that they want this forever. And then a couple of months pass, and things dry out. And you’re left screaming from the stairs that it doesn’t feel the same, and now you’re depressed, and you just wish he was the answer like he was at the beginning.
I’m so glad God took me up out of that. I hope hope hope that I’ll never have to go through that with anyone again. I think it’s soooooooooooooo important that people become whole, at least mostly whole on their own–or with very close friends. I feel like I’m definitely on that road. I feel whole. I feel different. And I know that I am. It’s nice to feel assured. To feel confident in your own belief in yourself.
It’s nice. Because getting to this place. This point where I am totally okay on my own makes me feel as if anything really is possible. Like, I am suddenly worth being madly in love with an awesome person, and I suddenly totally believe it will happen. I also am suddenly worth so much that I can keep myself company for life, if need be (though I would rather not, because sometimes it would be nice to have someone to keep me in check when I drift off into insanity and feeling overly euphoric when waking up to a screaming alarm clock). I am also worth a trip to Europe someday, and some good art time with friends, where I can expose the stuff I usually keep to myself.
I read this absolutely wonderful thing by e e cummings. The last sentence of it is this, “Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question”
I finally think I understand what it means: That whoever asks a more beautiful question, is a beautiful answer. Because they ask such questions, they, in themselves, are an answer.
I really enjoyed that. And I believe in it.
It also reminds me of this by Anais Nin:
“The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.”
I hope you all feel as much possibility on the wing as I do. I hope this good feeling doesn’t die away too fast. Time for coffee and Mother’s Day and reading David Sedaris and rain and laundry and spray paint art with Jessica. Yum.