The Disney Way

29 Mar

This morning I took some time to cut my hair.  Yes, I do cut and color my own hair.  And when I’m too tired to invest in the effort it takes to transform my brown into black and cover the albino intruders, I pluck  the most prominent of the alien class to buy a little time before hitting the bottle (the dye bottle that is).  Well this morning I had to invest in me a bit, as my hair was so long it had lost all opportunity for style.  My husband and daughter went off for a coffee adventure (down to their local favorite spot) and I proceeded to machete my locks.  For my Sunday ambiance and mood, I put Pandora Radio on to the Sister Rosetta Tharpe station–gospel music at its finest!  As I was chop, chop, chopping, a song came on that was new to my ear.  I have since lost the tune, but the chorus went something like this: “…anything you want, ask Jesus and he’ll give it to you.”  I think it was Mahlia Jackson.  Anyway, tonight as I write this, I honestly don’t remember the exact words, I just remember my response to the notion of them.  My response, this morning while listening was, “I want a happy ending.”  And that thought was followed by a deep sigh.  A sigh because my request is unfounded.

I want a happy ending so badly.  But I want “my” happy ending.  Not having our son (my daughter’s brother) in our little nuclear unit has robbed me (us) of our expected output.  Someone just the other day asked me a simple question, “are you happy?”  Unfortunately I let the truth of my puzzlement slip off of my tongue before I could wrangle the best substitute for the job.  I said, “happiness…I don’t even know what that looks like any more.”  No explanation point needed, it is just a stated fact.  This notion really struck me a few days ago, while I was conversing with our Creator in my think tank of prayer–my car.  As I was asking for help and strength for the day awaiting me, I realized I was also simultaneously complaining about the day awaiting me.  Complaining about my dissatisfaction with an obscure something.  Then the spiritual lightbulb within went on–how do I even know what it is that satisfies me?  The question is a very raw one because it cuts to my core.  When facing the question honestly, I find I have no answer because my soul satisfaction has been tied to my happy ending notion.  Without that in view, I’m still living in the obfuscated survival mode.  Now can you imagine your child asking for a chocolate ice-cream cone, you fulfilling their request, and them (in-between licks) rattling off laments of an ungratified nature?  Well that was me in the car.  I was the child with the proverbial cone and the light bulb that shone illuminated my condition.

Now I have to say, just because I have had this new awareness provided for me, doesn’t mean I am “arrived” at a presence of integrating its message.  I think this will take time for me to apply and/or learn.  After all, I daily face the fact that my fairytale is more Grimm than Disney and this truth bears with it an insurmountable amount of pain.  Yet somehow I get a sense that even just the small step of awareness will help inch me ever closer to healing in this area, and with healing can come an openness (perhaps) to…whatever it is that is now different than I expected it should be.  Which is truly the crux of the matter.  My “should be” is being cramped by my “is.”  And I need to watch-it for that vantage point will disallow for satisfaction to reside, not comfortability, but satisfaction.  Without satisfaction, the soul will be nomadic–ever searching, ever lost in the desert.  The Bent 3 (myself included) are trying.  We are doing our best to navigate our loss, but gosh it is so darned painful and everywhere we turn the unhappy ending of our story is revealed.  But we are faith filled human beings, so we simultaneously realize our unhappy ending isn’t the end all and be all of the story, there is still more yet to write.  Though I would be lying if I pretended this chapter had our seal of approval, it doesn’t.  But at least now I know how to maneuver in my prayer life.  I will stop asking for the chocolate ice cream as I swallow another bite.  I will seek to recognize that my fairy tale ending–or my expectations in life really–aren’t the only link to my happiness.  Even if in this moment they truly are.  That is the best I can do for now.

I have come across many people who, much like myself, have had their expectations in life thwarted.  Some of them have carried on with grace and purpose.  Some have allowed the dissatisfaction of their condition to sour their temperament.  I can say that I do see the warning in the latter…”there but for the grace of God go I.”  Seeing the world through my sorrowful lens of dissatisfied results is not good measure for purposeful intent.  I am thinking willingness just might be a good place to start.  A small step to be sure, though when one is carrying the heavy weight of sorrow upon them, even a tiny fissure can appear to be a monumental chasm.

“Lord please give me patience for others whose own pain might be cause for a surly remark.  May others be courteous with me as I process my own dissatisfied results.  Amen.”

 

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The Empty Room

 

 

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8 Responses to “The Disney Way”

  1. Paola April 5, 2015 at 11:18 am #

    Thinking of you today as my daughter is wearing a beautiful plumeria necklace you brought to me from Hawaii many years ago. She looks beautiful and the reminder you, Esther and wonderful memories warms my heart. Have a beautiful Easter Amiga.

    • Rivka And Her Wit April 9, 2015 at 7:01 pm #

      You are forever in our hearts! This summer necesitamos juntar! xo

  2. mfincham111 March 30, 2015 at 8:58 pm #

    First, I must say that I love the photo of “the empty room”. It truthfully isn’t empty of Cole’s presence. His stuff is still there sharing with those who choose to come inside for whatever.

    Second, I have Cole with me everyday–on my computer wallpaper, photo overlooking me in my office, and large framed composite from his memorial looking at me every night and morning in my bedroom. I always hear your words of grief and everytime I wonder why you have this abomidable pain or am I just a callous grandmother of the first grandchild I had who happened to be my little Colie.

    One step at a time is all that we can take. My love for my family is without challenge. Each day brings me a new offering of other challenges. I look forward to each day and am grateful for the opportunity to receive what is given.

    Thank you for your heartfelt blogs.

    • Rivka And Her Wit March 31, 2015 at 8:41 pm #

      “My love for my family is without challenge.” –beautifully stated, thanks mom!

  3. Adrienne Mannis March 30, 2015 at 4:06 pm #

    Baby steps, my friend, baby steps. Your pain will never go totally away, but it will find a niche in your being. Keep inching along with your wonderful husband and daughter. You all truly have lots of good things ahead of you and Cole will be sitting on your shoulder, always. Hugs and Love to you all. M.A.

  4. rhonda March 30, 2015 at 8:56 am #

    it’s Springtime Rivka.
    I just woke up and am deep in thought about my dream before waking…and then I see your post.
    It’s obvious my dream is about time, fear, memory and testing trust.
    I dreamed I was in a very old dark wooden house that I had just moved into. Although nothing that was left in the house was mine (dishes, furniture, art or collectibles), I liked and wanted everything that was left. I loved being in the house, especially the kitchen – it was thick with memory. The rooms were large. The wooden walls, doors and windows were old and strong but I felt vulnerable and unsafe because the bottoms of the doors and windows were rotted away. As I was walking around the house and (creating) and assessing my fear and vulnerability about security, I noticed each door and window had an outside security shutter to close at night for protection. The last room I explored led to an outside protected patio and I realized I was in an old monastery setting.
    In thinking about this dream I realize how strong it was in essence and atmosphere and I knew (trusted) I would be safe.
    I will be bathed in this dream all day and so glad to put it down on ‘paper’ on your site.

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