Sometimes in a relationship it becomes clear that the only way out is to leave the other behind.
He is curled in the fetal position down in the murky depths where only those odd fish with lights live. He cannot find the will to change – is unable to even look at possibilities for opening. She, on the other hand, has floated to the surface for a breath. A gasp of air that can save her life. When she is ready she will realize that there is a moon up there. Dear Grandmother Moon shining down on those who are willing to open and grow and learn. Does she realize that she also has guides with her? The jellyfish dance along side, her companions on the journey. But jellyfish can be dangerous. Like Kali Ma or Ereshkigol they can sting. Ah! That is the rub. Sometimes within the sting there is a healing. Sometimes you have to put your hand in the fire.
I was very afraid this would happen to Tom and I, as it had to a number of couples we knew. But we keep working on things. It is our great good fortune to be still weathering the storms since 1971 – with a lot of work.
Written for Out of the Ashes Show, North County Rec Center, January 2004