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Crazy passionate

Posted by brandilindandilin on March 25, 2015
Posted in: keeping it real. Tagged: crazy, different, passion. Leave a comment

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Sometimes it looks the same. But other passionate people recognize me, validate me, send me notes that say, “For what it’s worth, I’d rather be weird than boring”. It is a truth, I am often ignited by the very things you think are crazy. Let me burn with my passion.

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Wild

Posted by brandilindandilin on March 21, 2015
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No matter how many times I preface this, someone always wants to show me the latest in cages.

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Annie on my mind

Posted by brandilindandilin on March 10, 2015
Posted in: keeping it real. Tagged: aging, Annie Lenox, beauty, life lessons, rock. Leave a comment

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I have always had a thing for Annie. She buoyed me through my early college days when I was tentative and unsure of myself. She seems to be a mouthpiece for my strength and determination as I get older, indeed as she gets older. If I can rock 60 like this lady, I will very much look forward to the journey. If you haven’t seen her kick it with Hozier at the Grammys, do it right now…

Hozier, Annie Lennox – Take Me to Church / I Put a Spell on You (Medley)…: http://youtu.be/HZEChv1AaOk

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Out of the frying pan…

Posted by brandilindandilin on March 9, 2015
Posted in: good grief!. Tagged: beginning again, break ups, grief, love, sins, wounds. Leave a comment

I know I have the capacity to heal you. I can see where all the holes are. You leak regret and discomfort from wounds that won’t heal. I’ve watched you tear them open just to see if they still exist, if they ever did, just to make sure you’re not crazy. You wonder why, on a day steeped in carefree indulgence, do you feel so uneasy, so broken all over again. But love is a landmine that is triggered by itself…even new love reminisces about the old. The one that both expanded your heart and tore it apart. The new love wreaks of putrid reminders even as your head is full of her perfume, your hands full of her body.

I know I could heal you. Slowly. Just like you need it. Sweet transitions with sweet nothings echoing in the hallway of her museum. You simply want to leave her behind. You offer your sins for redemption.

But I am always left wondering, who will save you from me?

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The art of war…

Posted by brandilindandilin on March 4, 2015
Posted in: good grief!. Tagged: endings, fear, kindness, love, pain, relationships, war. Leave a comment

We are just sleeping together.
We say.
This is just until the next best thing comes along.
We protest.
I love the feel of your skin.
He whispers.
But it’s the loudest thing I have ever heard.
It’s deafening.
It’s confusing.
It makes me feel.

I’m not ready for a relationship.
I decree.
That’s funny, he says, I was just thinking this is the best one I’ve ever been in. This non-relationship stuff is cool.
Which puts us in a relationship.
It might as well be a cage, for me.
Of course, now I have to leave.
The end.
Always the end.

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One night stand

Posted by brandilindandilin on February 22, 2015
Posted in: keeping it real. Tagged: healing, kindness, love, One night stand, people. Leave a comment

When I’m with you, I will tell you all the lovely things about yourself that you can only hear from someone who doesn’t love you. Sometimes, that’s how we heal, accepting kindness from the people who can’t hurt us.
– tales from a one night stand

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Soul sauvey

Posted by brandilindandilin on February 21, 2015
Posted in: keeping it real. Tagged: grief, heart, missing you, soul, tired. Leave a comment

It never ceases to amaze me how when I ask for what I want…it comes. Like when I said I never wanted to see you again. And you got up from the table and walked out.

Your Soul knows what’s good for you but your heart grieves it anyways.

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Unsweetest Valentine…

Posted by brandilindandilin on February 16, 2015
Posted in: good grief!. Tagged: break up, broken heart, divorce, love, moving on, pain, sweet nothings, Valentines. Leave a comment

I wrote this 3 years ago and decided it needed somewhere else to live besides my head…

It’s been one year. One Valentine’s Day away from the one you irrevocably tattooed on my soul – bringing flowers in, taking your suitcase out. There isn’t a hallmark card for this one. I’ve looked. I suppose it would look odd scattered amongst the hearts and sentiments of forever. The one lone card that says, “Sorry you’ll never, ever forget this day”  – not because of love, but for the lack of it, the sheer invisibility of it. I guess it would be better banished to the sympathy section, except that I am too proud to even look there.

There is no forgetting.

First it was the poppies – those blood red reminders of abandonment in the first degree.  I still carry one everyday to keep it from being so shocking when they do start showing up. Remembrance Day – remembrance of a man who could not even stay on this earth for me. In 15 years, that never feels softer. I still roll over on it like a boulder. There is no pea under this Princess’s mattress. I used to wait for a letter from my Dad after he died. I wished I could have been there to go through his things, to find something – anything – that indicated he loved me. Something that said he thought about it, hesitated in his death process when I came to mind. I wondered if someone threw it away or overlooked it. That maybe when they donated his clothes a stranger pulled a note out of one of his pockets that tenderly pointed to me as a reason to live after all. Like a message in a bottle, thrown out to sea so that someone, somewhere could acknowledge it.

And here I am, the foolish optimist, waiting now for your Valentine. An empty space waits beside my tattered poppy. Remember me. That is all I want. My foolish heart has let you go, stopped wondering, pining for you. My life is easier without you both – My Husband and my Father. I let the gift of your absence wash over me when I am not sure. Sometimes, there is no fixing it.

No, I don’t want you to fix it. The broken reminds me I am alive most of the time. We deadened in our companionship, walked past life. While things occasionally seem too loud or colors feel too bright, I am grateful for their pleas to see them. I am enticed more often by things that would have scared me. I am capable of so much more without our combined burden. I loved you because you tried to take care of me, tried to give me space to walk without the whole load all the time. But you were not the one. You could not stand the weight of it. And I could not stand to be without it. Some people, like animals are meant to be beasts of burden. Some are not.

I’ll admit the surprise still hits me sometimes when I think of it. Think of you. Truth be told, I thought you were a better person than me. I admired your morals and your logic to problems. I took a lot of stock in other’s accounts of your kindness and stability. People rarely surprise me but you did it twice in one lifetime. The surprise that you would even want to love me.  And the surprise that you could unlove me just as easily. The latter left me with less kick back. It made the first surprise feel more authentic – as if I had a reason to be doubtful in the beginning. My intuition works. One day, I’m going to actually listen to that.

One day I’m going to forgive you. That is not today. Today, the best I can do is give you credit for trying to be a good man. This conflicts with the part of me that believes you tricked me knowingly with some hope that I would save you, that you would earn the moniker of a good man by accepting me in all my torn apart bits and pieces. I can see how the idea seemed absurdly logical to you back then. And I know you are desperately trying to get back to normal, to present as if you were never tainted. But you’ve always been tainted haven’t you? That’s how you found me. Some sweet sanctuary for some brief time. It must be so hard to pretend again. For that, I choose indifference for you instead of anger. Sometimes.

And I wish you knew that no one else but I could ever set you free. Funny, you have the exact same key.

Sweet, sweet Valentine. Where are you? Ruby red paper with a velvet finish, still wet from the ink of confession, of freedom. I think of all those cards you wrote me while you were already leaving. Somehow you were able to make me believe that despite the troubles, despite the distance – you loved me. Even when you didn’t any more. Maybe it’s a game, a silly trick of the brain – but I’m still waiting for that Valentine –the one that says I was worth those 5 years. My forgiveness eagerly checking the mailbox like all those years before with my Father. Your mistakes, your inflicted wounds, holding tightly to ego like a scared child. Funny how love can turn on you in the end. All those sweet nothings echoing into nothing at all. Absolutely nothing. images (2)

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Beauty in the eye of the beholder

Posted by brandilindandilin on February 4, 2015
Posted in: good grief!. Tagged: beauty, Broken, choice, grief, love, pieces. Leave a comment

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I believe this. I believe every broken, razored piece of shrapnel we are given in life goes into a giant kaleidoscope, and people can choose to look through your soul and see those pieces dancing or tear you open and see the garbage of your life in its least magical form. Let the pieces of your life create something beautiful. ♡

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Parallel universe and stuff

Posted by brandilindandilin on February 3, 2015
Posted in: chuckles. Tagged: control, funny, Parallel universe, perspective. Leave a comment

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As long as something, somewhere is going right, I can keep going too.
I bet my hair behaves itself in that universe : )

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