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Curried Beef Short Ribs

Note: I found this was more realistically four servings.

Finishing this dish with lime zest and juice brightens its rich flavors.

Yield 6 servings (serving size: about 3 ounces ribs, 2/3 cup rice, and about 2 1/2 tablespoons sauce)

2 teaspoons canola oil
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An Opening

I did not run away today. I did the responsible thing. Made phone calls, sorted mail, did laundry and ran errands.
My yoga teacher called. She was worried because yesterday evening I started crying during "centering", then I left class. Wasn't hysterical or anything just tears running down my face. I could not be in the room any longer. She said is it common to get emotional during meditation. She recommended going somewhere that I feel spiritual. Somewhere I can get back in touch.
In high school I used to get in my 1979 Malibu and just drive. Go straight until I left civilization and past the Civil War battlefields. Sometimes I'd stop and just sit. I never do that any more. I always seem to need a direction, a plan. Something about growing up that makes driving aimlessly seem irresponsible. I also had a friend named Chris. He lived in the back of my neighborhood. I would go to his basement window room and wake him up. He never seemed to mind. We would either hang out in his yard or I'd take him for a ride. Sometimes I needed him to drive. I'm pretty sure he had stronger feelings for me. I had a boyfriend at the time so nothing ever progressed. But he would put his arm around me or hug me. Or sometimes I'd hold his hand as we'd lay in a field and stare at the stars. I don't have guy friends like that now. The only guys I know are part of a couple. I miss the perspective you get from a male. I miss that harmless flirty thing. Being with someone from the opposite sex and feeling safe. Actually I do kind of have a guy friend like that. We are just starting to get closer and he was so amazing yesterday. Talked me down from freaking out. I had to tell myself that being close to another man does not mean I am any less close to my husband. I need to get different things from different people. I need more relationships now. Ones where I don't have to be in control all the time. Ones where I can let go and trust.
This mood I am in is not necessarily a bad thing. It's making me think. It's make me want to be young and a little bit unpredictable again. I 'm going to try not to worry. But to let go and just be in it.

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Sending you a big hug. I know what you mean about driving out to the civil war battlefields....I've done that before. Maybe I went to your old spot :) Take Care Sunshine!

Shared by Skurdycat at March 11, 2003 3:17 PM

I so needed to read this post today. I've been feeling the same way for about a year now. I really hear you on the needing more relationship thing, and how you need different things from different people. And I think I might go jump in the car and take off for a few hours. I can get lost somewhere, I'm sure ;) Thanks for the post.

Shared by Michelle at March 11, 2003 4:51 PM

I think I'm your twin. ;-)

Shared by Jennifer B. at March 11, 2003 9:08 PM









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