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YOU CAN’T HAVE IT ALL

becoming a pro-rester

K-Oh
Aug 8, 2023
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Hello, dear friend, first a poem.
Next plans/no plans.

YOU CAN’T HAVE IT ALL by Barbara Ras
But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands gloved with green. You can have the touch of a single eleven-year-old finger on your cheek, waking you at one a.m. to say the hamster is back.
You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite every sorrow until it fled, and when it is August, you can have it August and abundantly so. You can have love, though often it will be mysterious, like the white foam
that bubbles up at the top of the bean pot over the red kidneys
until you realize foam’s twin is blood.
You can have the skin at the center between a man’s legs, so solid, so doll-like. You can have the life of the mind, glowing occasionally in priestly vestments, never admitting pettiness, never stooping to bribe the sullen guard who’ll tell you all roads narrow at the border. You can speak a foreign language, sometimes, and it can mean something. You can visit the marker on the grave where your father wept openly. You can’t bring back the dead, but you can have the words forgive and forget hold hands as if they meant to spend a lifetime together. And you can be grateful for makeup, the way it kisses your face, half spice, half amnesia, grateful for Mozart, his many notes racing one another towards joy, for towels sucking up the drops on your clean skin, and for deeper thirsts, for passion fruit, for saliva. 
You can have the dream, the dream of Egypt, the horses of Egypt and you riding in the hot sand. You can have your grandfather sitting on the side of your bed, at least for a while, you can have clouds and letters, the leaping of distances, and Indian food with yellow sauce like sunrise. You can’t count on grace to pick you out of a crowd but here is your friend to teach you how to high jump, how to throw yourself over the bar, backwards, until you learn about love, about sweet surrender, and here are periwinkles, buses that kneel, farms in the mind as real as Africa. And when adulthood fails you, you can still summon the memory of the black swan on the pond of your childhood, the rye bread with peanut butter and bananas your grandmother gave you while the rest of the family slept. There is the voice you can still summon at will, like your mother’s, it will always whisper, you can’t have it all, but there is this. 
From Bite Every Sorrow by Barbara Ras, published by Louisiana State University Press, 1998. Copyright © 1997 by Barbara Ras. 
Hi, it’s me again!

As August envelops us, I've decided to experience it fully.

And, there is this.

Here's a glimpse into what this entails: 

  1. Engaging in weekly therapy sessions to nurture my well-being, 

  2. Indulging in solitary moments on the dock, basking in the sun's warmth in my bikini, 

  3. Embarking to fulfill a lifelong aspiration—savouring an entire watermelon, 

  4. Honouring the need for medication, recognizing that my mind has its complexities unrelated to perimenopause, 

  5. Extending forgiveness to myself for not having all the answers and learning to acknowledge my worth 

  6. Embarking on lengthy hikes to the lighthouse, a place so magical I've chosen it as my favourite place on earth 

  7. Setting aside frantic plans to allow the balm of healing to unfold 

  8. Dedicating time daily to a somatic routine that brings ease and restoration 

  9. Welcoming two new clients into my professional practice with a full heart 

  10. Remembering I am fckn funny and have a great sense of humour because the beautiful sound of my bestie’s laughter is medicine.

I intend to return around what my body remembers as the start of a fresh year sometime in September—time will tell.

Thank you, August, for the rest, 

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Christy Cegelski
Writes Traumatized
Aug 10

September is my new year too!

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