no longer

i
i am angry and shaking with it

yes

i
i am taken and consumed

for
you
you have trespassed on my good nature



and

you
you have walked through my belief

and

you
you have broken my trust by abusing my friendship

and

i
i have allowed it.


yes


i
i have welcomed you time and again

and

i
i have supported you no matter what

but
i
i am done now
i mean it this time

because

i
i will not be treated this way

and

my
my heart pounds with this rage that's inside me

and

it
it beats faster than fury.


because

i
i never deserved this

y'know

we
we were so good together

and

we
we had laughter and fire


but

we
we are no more in any way

you see

we
we are through now

there's no

we
we are not "we" any more

and

you
you who professed to love me

and

you
you who talked of a life together

yes

you
you can't come to this table

cuz

you?
you aren't my friend any more.

© Tanya Anguita 

Open Heart

can't breathe,
too full.
ache's here,
passion's fool.
i want..
i wish..
he was bird,
i was fish.
i was happy,
he was gruff.
there was friendship,
i want  love.
fear haunts.
fires burn.
i live.
i learn.
"next time,"
i think,
"i'll get it right,
this love won't sink."
busy bodied,
hurried mind,
the next one left
me behind.
don't stop,
please stay.
this one ran.
that one's away.
this one teases.
that one hides.
i please.
i provide.
simple shelter,
open heart,
open booked
from the start.
these fevered thoughts!
sorrow's laughter...
i want the "yes,
forever after."
i have seen it,
it exists.
i bore witness
to wedded bliss.
so much beauty,
so many graces;
watching love
on both their faces.
their union is
authentic; real!
and that's the way
i want to feel.

and so
i wonder,
alone tonight,
will i ever
get love right?

i hope.
i yearn.
i'm so damned ready,
when's my turn?


© Tanya Anguita

Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive ... er...the Honest. #66 -- September 22, 2011

I'm not feeling positive today.  I'm feeling downright blue.  Self-pitying and not proud of it.  I have fallen out of the practice of thankfulness this past month and I'm really feeling it.  

On the one hand, that is ok.  I mean I'm coming to recognize that sometimes I just get to feel how I feel...happy or not...and that I don't have to stifle that in order to be a "better" person.  I just get to be how I am in the moment and that is good enough.  I think I'm really getting that as I type it so let me say it again:  I just get to be how I am in the moment and that is good enough.  Me. Right now.  Good enough.   Check!

My default setting is kindness.  I'm generous of spirit and I'm loving.  That doesn't mean I can't ever have unkind, grumpy, selfish moments, days, or even months.  They don't lessen who I am as a whole as long as I don't LIVE from those places ALL the time and as long as I don't act from a place of small-mindedness, pettiness, malice, or meanness.  I'm not prone to doing that, nor have I ever been, so there is little danger there.  


I read an article this week entitled "Why Women Aren't Crazy". It really has me thinking about how I express myself and how I don't.  I keep looking at how often I stifle my feelings if they're not all roses and sunshine.  I keep noticing how guilty I feel if I'm not HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY!!  

Like so many of us, I grew up being gaslighted about my feelings by my father and then by various and sundry partners over the years.  

My mom, in her gentle way, kept telling me that I needed to "go with the flow" and that I should be "more compassionate."  Now, let me just state clearly here that my mom actually walks her talk.  She is probably the most compassionate, patient, gentle, loving soul I know.  I am deeply blessed to have her as my mother and to have the amazing relationship that I share with her.  I admire her so much.  I admire her in particular for her ability to let go and to have genuine compassion in her heart for most everyone.  I strive for that. I am not blessed with her infinite patience though, so I'm still striving and often come up short in that arena.  It is a lot to live up to.


My dad, however, was a real piece of work who constantly told me that I was a bullshitter and a liar when he didn't like what I'd said or done.  He discounted my feelings, he was brilliant, he was mean, and he had very little patience.  Not a great combination as his child.

So somehow it is not surprising that when I have an angry, frustrated, impatient, or in any way "negative" feeling, I feel like I'm failing, and like I shouldn't be having it.  Can we see where this is going? 

I have spent so much of my life trying to be the "not crazy" "not difficult" girlfriend/friend/daughter/co-worker/partner that I don't always know what to do with myself when I can and SHOULD be angry, down, frustrated, pissed off and otherwise not calm.   I often end up feeling quietly resentful, and as Carrie Fisher so beautifully put it "Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die."  Yeah...not so useful.


I went to acupuncture Tuesday with the brilliant Nathan, and he commented on the fact that TMJ (which I have) is more prevalent in women than in men...generally because we so often bite down hard on the things we really feel and want to say.  Not surprisingly, I'm also still, er, chewing on this idea too.  It all seems to tie in.  

Yesterday I found in 3 places the reminder to "do something every day that scares you".    Three different reminders...with pretty much exactly those words.

Then today, Thalassa posted this:  http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/think-well/201109/are-you-teaching-people-treat-you-badly  which is giving me even more food for thought.  


Think the universe is trying to tell me something?  Just maybe?  *wry smile*


I suck at conflict.  I don't like to "rock the boat".  I am not fond of "being difficult", but today I need to do something that scares me.  Especially in light of the fact that I have my evaluation review today, and everything I read in the first draft feels like a backwards compliment and has me second-guessing myself.  I need to stand up for myself in this performance evaluation and calmly express my feelings that my review is inaccurate and unfair.   And right now, this moment, this kind of makes me want to throw up.  Ugh.


Couple this fear with the fact that my neck has been out badly since Friday and I've been in consistent pain ever since, and it doesn't make for the most positive Tanya ever.  


So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'd like to feel positive today and I don't know how, or even if I should or need to.  I just need to feel how I feel and accept that it is enough. 


So yes,  I recognize that I have much to be thankful for.  So so much.  Good friends, an active life, a roof over my head, a job, family that I love, like and respect, and so much love and caring that I am wealthy with it.   As always, I do not take any of that for granted.  Ever. Period.


And?  I'm not happy today.  I'm tired.  I'm frustrated. I'm lonely.  I'm grumpy.  I'm scared. AND? I'm in a lot of pain.  I don't like it one bit.  I resent it like hell.  And I want it all to change for the better.  Stat.


So please hear me when I tell you, I'm game to find my gratitude again tomorrow.  But today?  I'm just trying to be ok with the fact that things are not okay.  


And that?  Is a huge step for me.  

 Photo copyright Katie Riemer

Because she hums it....

The Moon hums
whisper-soft
through my sleepy window,
singing sweet songs
and glorious.

Her quiet breath
dances across my pillow
and into my drowsy ear,
reminding me that
Summer
isn't long for this world,
that nothing is permanent,
and that
I'd best
be appreciating
exactly what I've got.

Her lullaby
rocks me to consciousness,
out of nightmares,
away from difficult thoughts
that come unbidden in the close darkness;
banishing fears that I did not beckon.

Her voice is soothing.

Filled with light and love,
it touches my fevered hurts
like a cool compress
in the oft-lonely night.

I love Her
and
I am loved by Her
and
for this moment,
all is right
with the Moon-wealthy world.

"Good night,"
She hums.

And because She hums it,
it is.

© Tanya Anguita

rudderless...

i am thinking now
of the labors of love
and how they follow us;
of the small gestures
and the gentle touches that heal.

i am remembering a time
when pain
wasn't your constant;
when your laughter would trill,
in jubilant counterpoint,
to the melody being sung
by the loved ones
around you.

what stifled your joyous harmony?
what silenced your song?

when did this dark sadness
become the thing
that held your hand
while it choked you?

what choices left you in these murky waters,
swimming for the shores of your well-being
from a hospital bed?

how did you get
so ...
lost?

did you send up a flare?
tap out an s.o.s.?
was there a message in a bottle
flung from the cliffs of your delicate psyche
that could be found
on a distant shore
and recognized
as a cry for assistance?

you were rudderless,
adrift,
and
no one knew.

there was no dove with an olive branch
to guide us to your hurts.

no faithful dog to let us know
you'd fallen down the well.

were we so blind that none of us saw you?
so deaf that we could not hear your whisper-quiet pleas?

did you think you could go it alone?
did you think you had to?

i'm thinking now of your son --
a grown man
looking like a lost child --
feeding you ice chips from a plastic spoon.

this
was an act of deepest caring,
magnified
by the vibrating panic
humming silently
beneath the sounds of the machines
hooked into you
to track your vitality
(as if any machine
could truly do that).

endless love and endless pain
were wrapped so tightly around each other
in that moment,
that it rendered it
impossible
to identify
where one started
and
the other finished.

humbled,
i crept out the door
and
wept quietly
in the hallway
fearing the worst,
hoping for the best.
and
praying
for you to know
how cherished
you truly are.

i am thinking now
of the labors of love
and how they follow us...

© Tanya Anguita

Lost and Found...

In this moment
there are no other moments
only
this
Moment,
and
I
am lost
in you.

In this kiss
there are no other kisses
only
this
(soul-searing)
Kiss,
and
you
are lost
in me.

In that space
between
the Kiss
and
the Exhale
there is
one mingled
Breath,

Our breath,

and
we
are lost
in each other.

Breathe with me, Beloved!

Breathe into the heady sweetness
that is
this moment,
this kiss,
this breath
(indrawn and urgent)
that we take
that we give
that we share
so that
this Kiss
goes
that much,
Yes...THIS MUCH,
and
Oh-So-Much
deeper.

In that depth,
there are no other depths,
only
Our
collective
Depth,
and
I
am Found
in you.

And with that depth,
comes the knowledge
Oh Yes!
the Knowledge
(the sweet, satisfied Knowledge!)
that in this instant
for an instant
you
have found your Self
in me.

In that truth,
there are no other truths,
only
one
delicious
Truth:

We are Lost
and
We are Found
through this Kiss;
in this Moment;
with this Breath;
Together and Separately;
Irrevocably.

Amen.

© Tanya Anguita 

Phoenix Rising

there is fire
in my fire
and i
don't want to put it out.

i want to be reborn in it --
phoenix-like and mighty.

To revel in it;
to walk through it,
bare foot and naked,

-- unadorned --

swaying
with the
subtle,
heated light
of need;
it's glow
brushing my waiting skin
with the flames of
wanton desire
while i burn with it.

smoldering
from the inside out,
my skin threatens
to catch light;
to burst
with the burgeoning ardor
that fuels my waking dreams.

i am hot and hungry
torrid and taut
on edge and on my game.

eager

for the match to meet my tinder,

for the wildfire
of warm hands on fiery flesh

and for the aftermath
of ashes
cooling in my mouth.

there is fire
in my fire...
and i am
the phoenix rising.

© Tanya Anguita