Thursday, July 21, 2016

Lies and how to inhabit them

We have art so that we may not perish by the truth. -Friedrich Nietzsche

So that's it? That's why I'm lost without a book or a film character I can latch onto? I guess it's fair. At least I have something, a life preserver, to keep me from drowning in all this truth.

A life saver, like the one my brother nearly choked on as a toddler. Or at least that's the artful version that is filed in my memories. Mom said he choked on a life saver, a green one, I remember the cylindrical package, and even the fresh taste of the one I'd just eaten, and he couldn't breathe and the firemen's shoes got our carpet dirty but it didn't matter because they needed to save him fast. A life saver almost, well, how's that for irony.

I need a mountain of art, an ocean, a galaxy filled with art to distract me from the pain of seeing all the truth, or is it lies, that surround me every moment I'm awake. Lies engulf me the moment that sleep leaves my eyes. Burning, searing pain. Joan of Arc on the stake.

Give me that art then. Just load me up with it, squeeze it over my eyes, stop this burning, for chrissake.


Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Reinventing Susan

I started reading about how narcissistic people manipulate you into giving up your boundaries and basic rights. Nothing new to me, as I was married to a classic narcissist for 7 years. I could write a novel about the gaslighting (there's a name for that specific type of abuse that made me start to lose my mind), the frustration, the helplessness of watching him work his way through superficial relationships, and finally the breaking point when he could no longer face himself and turned to drugs and club kids to soothe the pain. My cue to exit.
For some reason, we all repeat patterns in our lives and I am guilty as anyone in this area. It's constructive if you take the time to be mindful of the patterns, and to take actions to break the cycle. So I'm posting these rules for myself to reread and ponder as I embark on a new pool of friends. Try to remember, Susan.
You have the right to be treated with respect.
You have the right to express your feelings, opinions and wants.
You have the right to set your own priorities.
You have the right to say “no” without feeling guilty.
You have the right to get what you pay for.
You have the right to have opinions different than others.
You have the right to take care of and protect yourself from being threatened physically, mentally or emotionally.
You have the right to create your own happy and healthy life.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Tantra Lake


Not a bad little neighborhood where we landed. Last night I demanded that Z walk with me to this spot a few minutes from our home. We watched the sun set behind these mountains as a juvenile goose made its way toward us. One feather poking up from its back, which made us smile thinking about an old cartoon Z used to watch as a toddler, where a crotchety old penguin had the same single feather-sticking-out problem. A male mallard started swimming toward us. Then more geese. 17 to be exact. And 3 more ducks. And signs to watch out for baby turtles underfoot. I've always dreamed of living in a place like this. Even our cats seem happier here surrounded by new bird calls and cool dry evenings with the windows open.


Tuesday, June 21, 2016

A real bugaboo

It's helpful to Google my sprained ankle symptoms, and to know that there's not much a doctor can do for this particular injury. I have been feeling anxious about being away from my hmo network, and this was a scary wake up call that an unexpected injury or illness could be very costly. It's terrible to think about. But at some point today I need to get my health coverage figured out.

This really put a damper on my "I'm moving to one of the fittest places on earth and I'm going to shed fat and gain strength and look like I belong on Runner's World magazine!" It will have to wait. Meanwhile I can use the time for more practical matters, like applying for jobs and healthcare. "I'm going to use my free time to apply for jobs and healthcare!" doesn't roll off my tongue the same way, unfortunately. The bright side is that I'm self-directed now. If I remain in this mindset I'll never have to "work" again.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Welcome to Boulder

Yesterday I learned the term OIB. Only In Boulder.
I went on my maiden mountain hike through one of the most beautiful mountain preserves I've ever seen. We (4 adults and 3 kids) hiked over snow packs and mud and sweet little white wildflower patches to arrive at Long Lake in Brainard Lake Recreation Area. After about 2 miles of slippery, snowy conditions in my Keen sandals, and with only a few steps to descend down to the beach, I slipped. The weight of my backpack, filled with ice and beverages and snacks and weighing at least 20lbs, brought me down fast. And with a loud crack in my ankle, I was down for the count.
The pain was familiar. About 24 years ago I took a spill while jogging and ended up in about the same predicament. My ankle had hyperextended and I was forced to crawl home on my suburban street. Overwhelmed with pain, I remember entering my parents house and sobbing like a toddler from the pain. As the least accident prone of three kids, I had never been to an emergency room, and it was clear that my military-trained father wasn't about to take me there. Rest, ice, compression, elevation. Those words were repeated to me yesterday by savvy hikers who rallied around me so I could get myself off the sketchy slope where I had fallen. Within minutes I was being carried down by men with big shoulders and big hearts, who handed me ibuprofen, an ace bandage, and kind words of encouragement. Next a soft spoken couple offered me their ski poles, since it was clear I'd have to get myself to safety using my own strength. Dale and Jeff, it turns out, live no more than a couple blocks from my south Boulder apartment, and were happy to loan me the poles and return them once I was safely home.
My hiking companions fed me beer and "roast beast" sandwiches (with giardinera, no less), and some cbd, which to those in the know is a natural anti-inflammatory and anti-anxiety balm. A young bearded man living out of his camper happened to be nearby. When he heard I had just rolled my ankle, he trekked back to his camper and returned with a natural healing gel for athletic sprains and tears. He didn't want the tube back, didn't ask my name or for any repayment. I slathered on the gel and got myself to the car. I made the drive home with all 3 kids, amid gorgeous views and glowing cloud formations. After a cool bath, I retrieved my antique cane, which I uncannily had saved instead of donating like almost every other random item I had owned before this move. I wrapped my swollen ankle tightly, iced and elevated, and after a glimpse of the impossibly bright Solstice Strawberry Full Moon, I let my daughter tuck me in for a well-deserved rest.
Only In Boulder.

Monday, June 6, 2016

The last Monday

In honor of my fellow blogger who quotes the songs that speak to her current mood, I leave this as my way of explaining/excusing my exit from Joel Oppenheimer. I changed Jo to J.O., for obvious reasons.

Will you say you love me J.O.?
How am I supposed to know?
When you go under the waste
What am I supposed to say?

I see people on the floor
They're slidin' to the sea
Can't stay here anymore
We're turning into thieves

If I stay here trouble will find me
If I stay here I'll never leave
If I stay here trouble will find me
I believe

J.O. I'll always think of you
As the kind of child who knew
This was never gonna last
Oh J.O. you fell so fast

Hey J.O. sorry I hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don't they?
Hey J.O. sorry I hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don't they?
Hey J.O. sorry I hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don't they?
Hey J.O. sorry I hurt you, but they say love is a virtue don't they?

I see people on the floor
They're slidin' to the sea
Can't stay here anymore
We're turning into thieves

I see you rushing now
Tell me how to reach you
I see you rushing now
What did Harvard teach you?

I see you rushing now
Tell me how to reach you
I see you rushing now
What did Harvard teach you?

I see you rushing now
Tell me how to reach you
I see you rushing now
What did Harvard teach you?

I see you rushing now
Tell me how to reach you
I see you rushing now
What did Harvard teach you?

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Long strides

When I was asked to come for an interview in Boulder, I didn't ask questions, I just booked my ticket and came. The five days leading up to my appointment were filled with anxiety. The only way I could soothe myself was to think that I was surely qualified for the position and that soon I would be notifying my boss that a better opportunity had come along.

That didn't quite pan out. The meeting was great; I am such a fan of the work that art therapists do with families and children, and this center is no exception. However, I learned that I am overqualified for the job, and that had I already moved in and formed a network in Boulder I would be more desirable for this position. I was given a full hour of the director's time and she sent me off with a good luck. I know I'll return to volunteer at some point, but I'm not expecting anything more.

Now, the real magic. Since I would be driving through Denver on my way to Boulder, I requested a meeting with a woman who runs a paper conservation lab. She responded coolly but nevertheless I was thrilled to be allowed a peek. I arrived early, casually parked the car in front of the building, and helped myself to a coffee next door. I could already feel myself easing into this fantasy of starting a new career in this historic section of town, in this old crumbly building that oozes with character.

Beth greeted me warmly, and appeared more relaxed than in her photo. She showed me into the library, where we talked about techniques, experiences, career paths. She described her earlier career in art therapy, and wished me luck with my upcoming interview. As she showed me out, I reveled at the ping pong table she converted into a portable work station, covered with folders containing artwork exactly like I pull every day to work on. In the course of talking about fellow conservators, she left me with numerous names of people who would be happy to speak with me about my aspirations. And what's more is that she recommended creating a business identity of my own, so that others could hire me as a subcontractor. This was something I had fantasized about but never fleshed out fully, assuming that getting set up on my own would be too big a burden. But to my surprise, Beth informed me that setting up a business is relatively cheap and easy in Colorado.

This was a bombshell. I know that my brother set himself up this way to do web design, and that everyone who has pulled this off says it's the only way to go. I'm in the best position now to make this work, and I even have names of conservators to align myself with. All that's left is doing the work. It's so simple.

I can't help but notice all the self reliant women here who are doing the work, making a life here like pioneer folk, blazing trails and helping others along so they can experience all there is to enjoy when you set your sights high. It's crazy but I'm starting to feel like I'm being reborn as the mature self I always wished I would become.