Sit down with three pieces of paper. On the first, jot a few bits about your no-holds-barred ultimate vision of a romantic partner — dream of the person, the relationship, and/or how you will feel, plus include “what you know for sure” about this part of life (as if someone had asked for your sagest opinion on the subject). On the second page, do the same thing for your fantasy work situation. Lastly, describe your ideal inner life — your relationship with your self. [You might want to do this quick-like, before you read the rest of this post, so you’re not swayed. I’ll insert a pretty picture here to divert me ’til you get back.]
Now play with these three sheets: shuffle them, pick one, and consider it as applying to one/both of the OTHER parts of your life.Oh my.
Let me know what happens.
PS — David Whyte’s Three Marriages: Re-imagining Work, Self, and Relationship inspired this post, but it’s Marge Piercy who motivates me to apply it:
To Have Without Holding
by Marge Piercy
Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind
roaring and whimpering in the rooms
rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds
that thwack like rubber bands
in an open palm.
It hurts to love wide open
stretching the muscles that feel
as if they are made of wet plaster,
then of blunt knives, then
of sharp knives.
It hurts to thwart the reflexes
of grab, of clutch; to love and let
go again and again. It pesters to remember
the lover who is not in the bed,
to hold back what is owed to the work
that gutters like a candle in a cave
without air, to love consciously,
conscientiously, concretely, constructively.
I can’t do it, you say it’s killing
me, but you thrive, you glow
on the street like a neon raspberry,
you float and sail, a helium balloon
bright bachelor’s button blue and bobbing
on the cold and hot winds of our breath,
as we make and unmake in passionate
diastole and systole the rhythm
of our unbound bonding, to have
and not to hold, to love
with minimized malice, hunger
and anger moment by moment balanced.
love this, Betsy. yep. sure is hard. but worth it. a balanced life the reward. thanks for reminding me of David Whyte. I have this book on my Kindle. must read soon. xo
Thanks for stopping in Erin. And CONGRATS on your 50/50!
love the marge piercy… enough said about mr. W 😉
Mr. W? We don’t need no stinkin’ Mr. W!