It’s quite cold and windy today. I can tell from the movement of the water in my lagoon. Yes, that’s right, it remains my lagoon until I check out. If there is one thing I cherish more than my lagoon though, it would be something I call ‘my comfort’. Thinking there is no way I’m taking my socks off, even less getting naked and dipping a toe into this cold water, I shift to plan B, prepare myself a cup of hot cappuccino, bring out my digestive bought at Spinneys Al Khalidiya, newspaper, book and wrap myself with the extra towel.
Reading became the highlight of my morning and later my day when I reached a part in the book which I’m typing here and which made me burst into tears, then into a fit of laughter –the loud haha type, then tears then laughs again and got me confused as to which emotion I should hang onto .
I am highlighting in bold the parts which hit the sensitive nerve and triggered the emotional reaction(s), the rest is there for you to understand the context. I took the liberty to take some lines out. I couldn’t have said it better myself about me, simply because I discovered me when I read about myself in her.
Here it is:
“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. And thank God for it. Your problem is, you just can’t let this one go. It’s over … David’s purpose was to shake you up, drive you out of that marriage that you needed to leave, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light could get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you had to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master and beat it. This was his job, and he did great, but now it’s over. Problem is, you can’t accept that this relationship had a real short shelf life. You’re like a dog at the dump, baby –you’re just lickin’ at an empty tin can, trying to get more nutrition out of it. And if you’re not careful, that can’s gonna get stuck on your snout forever, and make your life miserable. So drop it.
But I love him.
So love him.
But I miss him.
So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, and then drop it. You’re just afraid to let go of the last bits of David because then you’ll really be alone …. If you clear out all that space in your mind that you’re using right now to obsess about this guy, you’ll have a vacuum there , an open spot –a doorway. And guess what the universe will do with that doorway? It will rush in –God will rush in- and fill you with more love than you ever dreamed. So stop using David to block that door. Let it go.
But I wish me and David could –
He cuts me off. See, now that’s your problem. Your wishin’ too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughtta be.
This line gives me the first laugh of the day.
Then I ask … So how long will it be before all this grieving passes?
You want an exact date?
Somethin’ you can circle on your calendar?
Lemme tell you something … –you got some serious control issues.
My rage at this statement consumes me like fire. Control issues? ME? I actually consider slapping Richard for this insult. And then, from right down inside the intensity of my offended outrage comes the truth. The immediate, obvious, laughable truth.
He’s totally right.
The fire passes out of me, fast as it came.
You’re totally right, I say.
I know I’m right, baby. Listen, you’re a powerful woman and you’re used to getting what you want out of life and you didn’t get what you wanted in your last few relationships and it’s got you all jammed up. Your husband didn’t behave the way you wanted him to and David didn’t either. Life didn’t go your way for once. And nothing pisses off a control freak than life not goin’ her way.
Don’t call me a control freak, please.
You have control issues … Come on. Nobody ever told you this before?
So I buck up and admit it. Ok, I think you’re probably right. Maybe I do have a problem with control. It’s just weird that you noticed. Because I don’t think it’s that obvious on the surface. I mean –I bet most people can’t see my control issues when they first look at me.
Richard from Texas laughs so hard he almost loses his toothpick.
They can’t? Honey –Ray Charles could see your control issues!
Ok I’m done with this conversation now, thank you.”