Come, come, whoever you are!
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving!
This is not a caravan of despair.
It doesn’t matter if you’ve broken
Your vow a thousand times, still
And yet again, Come!
Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
So, yes, dear stepmother. Here you are, poised on the precipice of another holiday season. Wondering how you’ve hung on to your self and your life since the last holiday season.
Maybe the clouds don’t hang over your head the way they used to? Maybe you see the clearing and can reach out and offer that to another stepmother who is drowning in the deluge of the storm? Maybe you’ll have a story to share in the comments to contribute to our collective witnessing of one another’s lives?
Some of us have it easier than others.
Just because some of us have it easier doesn’t mean we’ve got it all figured out. It might mean we are in the eye of the storm. It might mean the storm has passed. It might mean our lives have settled and integrated and we can focus on other things.
I urge you to focus on other things even if you are still in the storm. The storm will rage whether you focus on it or not, so why not get a book and settle into another time and space while it rages on around you.
I’m at a beach town on the Oregon Coast as I write this, working on my fairy tales for stepmothers. Yes, I can now say that out loud. The stories are taking shape and I’m getting so excited.
I was walking down the street and across my path went a woman with whom I used to share much closeness. Things happened that caused there to be uncloseness. Was that a leaving? Was that an ending? It doesn’t feel it, since there was no official ending. It’s more like it’s suspended out there in time, nebulous, not clear, super muddy. But okay.
I don’t need to run after it. It can sit there, in all the messiness. Maybe like some of the relationships we have with our stepchildren.
It’s easy to think a muddy or unclear relationship is a negative thing. Does it have to be? Could it just be sitting there, somewhat dormant, neutral, without judgment? Could that be okay?
Inspired by Rumi, I wrote this…
I have been left and I have left others.
Hundreds of times, maybe thousands.
Was it error?
Was it my ill-thought-out-ways?
Or, was it simply the learning of whom to go toward?
Examine your leavings and letting go. This life is not a caravan of despair!