Friday, December 16, 2005

Bring a Torch, Jeannette Isabelle


I come home tonight to this, Kathleen Battle pouring out into the night--did I mention it's a full moon?--and Liam on the couch staring at the tree. He's been waiting on me; we had a date at the toy store. I ran into traffic, and now it's too late. But he doesn't brood: he puts on Kathleen Battle's Christmas disk, opens the door, and waits. When I apologize, there's no recrimination. "It's OK," he mumbles into my shoulder. "Being with you is my best thing in the planet."

Who's in charge here? No, seriously. I love home.

I remembered tonight that somebody told me once that our lives play out in nine-year cycles, and that my latest nine-year cycle began in 1997 with the birth of my child. Which would make 2006 a whole new deck of cards--er--kettle of fish. Oh, it's numerology, or astrology--one of them--and you find meaning in it or you don't. Mostly I don't, though these seeded comments do tend to cling to the corners. But I begin to think that the whole game--the whole mishegas--is in the meaning: in the reaction, in the switches and the triggers, and the chaos and silences, all of them internal. "What am I supposed to be doing?" I hear myself ask out loud, in the empty car on the Merritt Parkway. Like somebody's going to answer. I'm so much more whole than I was in 1997, even though life dished out some nasty curve balls. It's good for the heart sometimes to look back as if it all played out purposefully--as if we did that then because we knew about this, here, now. It's why old people love their photo albums, I think. The evidence. The story. The absolution.

I didn't get the job--just a lovely letter. It was OK after ten minutes; the commute--that commute would've killed the three of us, and everything I love most about what we have. But it's definitely a controlled calm I'm feeling--a sharp, focused calm. Thinking, thinking.

Thanks for the nice thoughts, you lovely, dear people.

11 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Like I said in my comment to you on my blog...

Talent. Just so, so much talent.

There is something better around the corner waiting for you. Watch.

10:38 PM  
Blogger nancy =) said...

the warmth my heart feels every time i come here...oh boy, is it delicious...

i just came home from a night out with my dearest gal pal, and we spoke of what you've written here...there are no coincidences, everything is exactly the way it is supposed to be, and everything that has happened to you has prepared you for this moment...

oh, i ramble...

sher is right...i've always felt it as well...something wonderful is trying to find you...and it surely will...just keep your arms and heart wide open...

peace...

12:48 AM  
Blogger Grumpy Old Man said...

When I apologize, there's no recrimination. "It's OK," he mumbles into my shoulder. "Being with you is my best thing in the planet."

You are one of the luckiest people on the planet, to have a son like that.

1:12 AM  
Blogger mckait said...

You amaze me always... with your thought provoking and insightful posts..

the perfect new path is waiting for you. i know. I hope it hurries, so you can have some peace of mind..


i am happy that you have so much love in your life.. and more than a little amazed at the son who loves you so much... he seems to have absorbed your amazing-ness :)

thank you for the kind comments at my place.. (Beautiful..LOL).. I am so grateful to you for your idea..


hope you do get some clay.. the christmas album warms my heart.. and it goes well with wine, too..

8:34 AM  
Blogger sttropezbutler said...

I could hear Kathleen Battle and I could see Liam and I could feel it all and that is because you my dear sweet wonderful amazing talented and beautiful friend are beyond words.

And to another cycle. Let's all get on and ride!

STB

8:53 AM  
Blogger sjobs said...

I just love you girl!!

Isn't it nice to be told you are the best.

Thinking about you and am so happy that I decided over 5 years ago to adopt from India, to find Dillon but most of all I found you...

Take care chick.....

10:12 AM  
Blogger phosda said...

see? i told you liam was a genius.

commuting eats your soul.

1:05 PM  
Blogger Trudy Booty Scooty said...

You fill my heart to overflowing. :)

What a sweetheart your Liam is.

I'm sorry about the job...but I can also hear your small breath of relief.

Now when it comes along....you'll be available to take it...and be relieved that you could. I can't wait to find out what it turns out to be. Writing will be a big part of it I suspect, my friend.

Cuddle your munchkins for me.

10:16 AM  
Blogger Jada's Gigi said...

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3:37 PM  
Blogger Jada's Gigi said...

I agree with 37 oline "commutinng eats your soul" :) Not meant to be...and I'm glad you're ok with that too. :) Had you gotten the job, every day would have been "home late, broken date"

3:39 PM  
Blogger AKH said...

I'm sorry to hear that you didn't get the job, but it sounds like it worked out for the best.

2:14 AM  

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