Monday, February 15, 2010

Boo!

There comes a time in every properly made horror film where the unsuspecting, vulnerable female (and sometimes male) protagonist peers into the bathroom mirror after a hot steamy shower, wipes off the residue, and finds that their own reflection is joined by a bogeyman, a psycho-slasher with all manner of detrimental weaponry, or a cyclops monster that spews out green viscous goo, each time it hears its victim's cries or screams.  Lately, while I have not been impaled on a bed of nails by the shadowy characters that live beneath the stairs, I have found that each time I wipe away the fog directly in front of me, I too, am joined by another in a series of scary cretins whose spikes are not necessarily in full-view initially.  In fact, the spikes come subtly, almost passively out of the miasma, and I find that I need to keep swatting the terrors, in an effort to stay the course and survive this most daunting of circumstances; instead of "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," I would say that no work makes Jill frustrated and sad.  Jill/Me/I am trying to wade through the murky state of things, with sea monsters jutting in and out of every corner, and my paddle is splintering, and I need new siding on my canoe. Each time I wipe the mirror, I have to reacquaint myself with myself.  Am I here?  Am I vanishing?  Am I the woman I once was, or continue to be?  Is this a lesson in metaphysics? And then, somewhere in this murk, and nightmarish nebula, a familiar and kind voice, and a familiar and kind face will reassure me.  It emanates from the very bottom of my being, it says: "keep going, keep chugging, keep plugging, after all you're Ms. Pacman, and you can gobble up all the silly obstacles set in your path."  Yes, I seem to be taken in by this silly statement from the bottom of my being, it's valid, it's useful, it's available to me.  It keeps me from looking over my shoulder, under the bed, and tensing up after a bath.  I'm eating dots, avoiding ghosts, reversing the course of the maze, all the while, garnering a lot of fruit bonuses that will be consumed for increasing point values later in life. 

2 comments:

  1. Transitions, ch-ch-changes... oh yes, just today I have contemplated the same and collected some quotes on the subject.

    One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and [...] part with one's faith, one's love, when one would prefer to renew the faith and recreate the passion. – Anaïs Nin

    How many times and lives and dies
    Between his to eternities
    - William Butler Yeats

    Everybody wants to be somebody; nobody wants to grow. – Goethe

    “The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.” – Charles DuBos

    One very potent one:

    “Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you… Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition.” – Florida Scott-Maxwell

    ... and the one I paraphrased earlier today:

    “The whole life of the individual is nothing but the process of giving birth to himself; indeed, we should be fully born, when we did, although it is the tragic fate of most individuals to die before they are born.” – Erich Fromm

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  2. What great writing! And these are the best opening lines. The opening lines of each blog could be the opening of a terrific novel. Keep them coming.

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