So I've been reading Eat.Pray.Love. by Elizabeth Gilbert. I admit, I didn't have a particular interest in reading this book until I saw that it was becoming a movie. And that Julia Roberts is in it. 'Cause she's my favorite actress. So, Sara and I decided that we'd read it together. And then Shelly and I were both reading it...in Vegas.
Let me tell you, Gilbert has a great way of hitting the nail on the head, so to speak. She has written these things that make you wonder if she's writing about your life. I had a moment like that today at nap time when I read Chapter 48. Or as Sara and I like to call them 'Bead 48'. If you read it, you'll know why.
Just a quote from Bead 48.
"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, and Liz Gilbert is scared to death of what will happen if she's really alone. But here's what you gotta understand, Groceries. 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." ~Elizabeth Gilbert
I have a 'David'. He's not much. But he was there for a short shelf life. Apparently I had an expiration date. I feel like I can relate my relationship to this person to that of this canker sore on my bottom lip that I keep biting and putting my tongue on. It hurts when I do it, but I can't help it. So basically, he = a canker sore. And eventually, it'll heal and go away.
I have no pictures to post for this one. But if I did, maybe it'd be of him. Or of a giant canker sore. Or of an open doorway.
**Blog title from Florence And The Machine-Dog Days Are Over**
I love this, Jessica. It reminds me of a quote one of my friends posted on FB the other day,
ReplyDelete"I was regretting the past and fearing the future. Suddenly my Lord was speaking: "My name is I Am." He paused. I waited. He continued, "When you live in the past with its mistakes and regrets, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not I Was. When you live in the future with its problems and fears, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not I Will Be. When you live in this moment it is not hard. I am here. My name is I Am."
~Helen Mallicoat
BTW, that last comment was me, Rachel, your cousin. Apparently I was signed in under Anna's account.
ReplyDeleteWhenever you're ready to step through the open doorway, you know I'm here to hold your hand when you're scared, back you up when you when you start talking yourself down and into failure, and to love and forgive you when you can't seem to love and forgive yourself.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great quote Rachel. Or Anna. :) Glad you clarified that because I would've been wondering. And thanks SaraMim.
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