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Heart of Gold
We've been listening to an audio drama of ' A Christmas Carol' by The Merry Beggars as an Advent activity and came to Scrooge's exchange with Belle this week.
I love 'A Christmas Carol' for so many reasons, one of which is this scene. It has been a friend and strange comfort to me for many, many years.
When I first encountered it, while homeschooling my children, it gave me vocabulary for an underlying understanding that my partner and I were using different currencies based on vastly varying values. Without knowing all that was to come, my heart reflected Belle's even then: I release you to pursue your true passion and hope you find the happiness that now eludes you.
Merry Christmas to all and thank God for the miracle of hearts that say yes to being changed.
>> Belle's Farewell <<
For again Scrooge saw himself. He was older now; a man in the prime of life. His face had not the harsh and rigid lines of later years; but it had begun to wear the signs of care and avarice. There was an eager, greedy, restless motion in the eye, which showed the passion that had taken root, and where the shadow of the growing tree would fall.
He was not alone, but sat by the side of a fair young girl in a mourning-dress: in whose eyes there were tears, which sparkled in the light that shone out of the Ghost of Christmas Past.
"It matters little," she said, softly. "To you, very little. Another idol has displaced me; and if it can cheer and comfort you in time to come, as I would have tried to do, I have no just cause to grieve."
"What Idol has displaced you?" he rejoined.
"A golden one."
"This is the even-handed dealing of the world!" he said. "There is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing it professes to condemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth!"
"You fear the world too much," she answered, gently. "All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by one, until the master-passion, Gain, engrosses you. Have I not?"
"What then?" he retorted. "Even if I have grown so much wiser, what then? I am not changed towards you."
She shook her head.
"Am I?"
"Our contract is an old one. It was made when we were both poor and content to be so, until, in good season, we could improve our worldly fortune by our patient industry. You are changed. When it was made, you were another man."
"I was a boy," he said impatiently.
"Your own feeling tells you that you were not what you are," she returned. "I am. That which promised happiness when we were one in heart, is fraught with misery now that we are two. How often and how keenly I have thought of this, I will not say. It is enough that I have thought of it, and can release you."
"Have I ever sought release?"
"In words? No. Never."
"In what, then?"
"In a changed nature; in an altered spirit; in another atmosphere of life; another Hope as its great end. In everything that made my love of any worth or value in your sight. If this had never been between us," said the girl, looking mildly, but with steadiness, upon him; "tell me, would you seek me out and try to win me now? Ah, no!"
He seemed to yield to the justice of this supposition, in spite of himself. But he said with a struggle," You think not?"
"I would gladly think otherwise if I could," she answered, "Heaven knows. When I have learned a Truth like this, I know how strong and irresistible it must be. But if you were free to-day, to-morrow, yesterday, can even I believe that you would choose a dowerless girl -- you who, in your very confidence with her, weigh everything by Gain: or, choosing her, if for a moment you were false enough to your one guiding principle to do so, do I not know that your repentance and regret would surely follow? I do; and I release you. With a full heart, for the love of him you once were."
He was about to speak; but with her head turned from him, she resumed.
"You may -- the memory of what is past half makes me hope you will -- have pain in this. A very, very brief time, and you will dismiss the recollection of it, gladly, as an unprofitable dream, from which it happened well that you awoke. May you be happy in the life you have chosen."
She left him, and they parted.
Mean Girls
New Mercy Mornings
And we try to hide which days.
Make them all look alike.
" I'm fine, (Just fine. This is fine.) thank you, and how are you?"
No one will know.
And that's noble, right? It's what we're supposed to do: think on things lovely, good and true; count it all joy, my brethren, when life drops the other shoe.
For me, I have noticed "struggle days" tend to follow highly productive, happy moments.
Like shadow, stalking light.
It is true that gratitude lifts our mood, but what do you do when the dark slinks in even in the midst of joy and celebration ?
HOLD ON.
Like a sudden thunderstorm, let it pass.
If you can dance in the rain or jump in puddles, go right on out and do that.
But if it is dangerous and scary, with flashes of lightning, stay put.
It is ok to curl up and wait. It can be comforting to talk with a friend when the power goes out.
One way I've learned to pray over the last few years is this:
"You've already paid the price for the joy that is mine today. You've already purchased my peace. Help me take hold of what I need and share your surplus love."
It helps me see in the dark. It helps me hold on.
And friend, I'm striking this match to say, you are not alone.
The Whole Loaf
In the ancient books of Wisdom that have been forming my understanding of the world since I was very young, there is an adage to not withhold one's hand from sowing seed both in the morning and the evening, for we cannot know which will sprout, even, perhaps both.
This is located very near an adage about casting one's bread upon the water without fear of loss. It is an admonition to generosity but I have always muddled it with the seed passage to an understanding something like this:
Cast your bread upon the water - both in the morning and in the evening - whether you catch ducks or fish, there will be plenty to eat for everyone.
And there you see the difficulty in teaching me anything: the muddling. I'm a muddler. Things get muddy.
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In July. I started massage therapy school. I soon realized that the school is set up identical to what is referred to as a 'predatory for profit' college. I'm sure it is strictly coincidence, as there are a lot of fine folks at the school who wouldn't be a willing party to predatory behavior. I discovered the structure when it became increasingly clear that I would be unable to complete the amount of for-profit massages required by the school (not the state) to graduate in time and maintain a job for survival. As the limited slots for student massages got locked down by the school's first-come, first-serve, no personal reservation policies, more students were added to the "work pool" routinely every two months, significantly shrinking each student's chance at successfully finishing.
In September, almost as if by the school's design, I withdrew.
The next week, I started a job as Graphic Designer.
Four days in, I quit.
The job required a lot more office management than met the eye, and while I have experience in that kind of work, it wasn't what I had applied for. It wasn't what was advertised. The creative outlet I desire was stuck behind a firewall of emails and bookkeeping. I asked my boss to call the guy he had interviewed before me, before he got hired somewhere else. He asked me to stick with him a little longer because things were chaotic in a way they had never been, and once we untangled the knots, there would be more art and less loose ends...
By October's end, I knew it was a job I could do and - with a little more time, probably quite well. I found myself skipping lunch, working late and becoming totally absorbed in getting the job done. I could see becoming a fixture in the office - my own office- and while that held its own appeal - I realized I didn''t want to find myself still there ten years from now. And I wanted to be a good steward of this season with my children - while they are around, I want to be around. I need to be around.
So I quit, again. This time he let me. He called the guy back who interviewed before me, paid me a few days to train him then sent me off with a smile and well-wishes.
On the day I knew I couldn't be an Office Manager/Graphic Designer any longer, I started a business with a Wix page and a whim. One of my best friends in Florida is a professional nanny and had been encouraging me to "open a branch" of my own. I had dabbled with the idea but always got stuck overthinking the name, the logo.... everything.
In my desperation to escape the confines of a cubicle, everything snapped into place or simply didn't matter anymore. Suddenly, it was floating debris that just might save my life.
And though I've had a lot of positive feedback for the idea, I haven't had a lot of calls....yet.
This week, I received an onboarding email for an internet company I will do remote work for.
Today, there was an email inviting me to interview for a job through Freelancer.
Over the next few weeks, I may finally finish that online course in Life Coaching.
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I've jokingly said that divorce turned me into a quitter... but I mean it in the best way. I've simply realized that I can. When something isn't a good fit, when it is the wrong way to spend my time... I can try, try again.
I've been thinking a lot lately about this season in my life - what my purpose is now that I'm not defined primarily as a wife, homeschooling mom or teacher.
It seems I'm tossing the whole loaf onto the water these days, sowing seed day and night.
I'm content here on the creek bank, watching for whatever may bite.
As I wait in the sunshine, or under a blanket of stars, I'm sure there'll be enough to go around.
And I know everything's gonna be alright.
Microfiction Challenge: Top 15
First Day
"This is the first day of my life..."
I set my alarm to that old Bright Eyes song and slept somewhat fitfully last night, anticipating today - the day I start something new.
I am going to school.
I enrolled in college a few times when I was married, but 'mysteriously', before the first day ever rolled around, we needed to move or I needed to take a part-time job to help make ends meet.
So, I never made it to school, though I was able to take a few online classes.
Today marks the first day in a life I am choosing, a new direction that- crash or sail- I am happy to be living.
I never realized how isolation worked until I was free to build community, how innocuous the actions of a fence-builder can seem.
"I've just got too much work to do, we can't visit " and "We're our own little family, let's make new traditions together, just ourselves." is hardly sinister, until it is an enforced way of life.
That is to say, going to a family funeral should never result in your spouse changing the locks or threatening divorce. Love does not imprison its intended.
If isolation is your reality, I'm waving my light from shore; there is freedom and I hope you find it.
For me, that was then. But, this is today, the day I am going to school.
And I am happy.