Experience has made me aware of this fact:
Human nature has a way of enticing couples, who
Love each other, to play the game of Chase and Switch, which
Will and I had played subconsciously (unknowingly), too often
For our own good
One therapist labels this psychological phenomenon
'Come here, go away' ...
On the other hand, when, over time, complacency
Steals away a couple's hots for each other, Chase and Switch may
Prove to be a good game to resume—as long as both remember that
It's only fair to take turns for this reason: If one does all the chasing
While the other remains in subconscious retreat, a resentful sense of
Frustration has reason to build, suggesting why our
Defense systems tend to shelve that game in favor of becoming
More attentive to pleasures won by achieving goals so difficult
As to challenge our souls to grow ever more insightfully bold, and as
Examples of games people unwittingly play are sure to
Emerge as stories, concerning our marriage, continue to unfold
Suffice to say that whenever The Leopard Lady
Felt need to purr on our bed, you can bet that
Will had remained too preoccupied with
Life's most stressful side to pay me much mind, and
If you think to ask: Well, what did Will do to unstress?
I'd reply: Will did that which had become
His habit (and habits are hard to break) during boyhood:
Whenever anxiety, concerning any of life's hardships
Overwhelmed his spirit's ability to enjoy himself socially ...
He 'lost' himself in sports, and thus did
One therapist labels this psychological phenomenon
'Come here, go away' ...
On the other hand, when, over time, complacency
Steals away a couple's hots for each other, Chase and Switch may
Prove to be a good game to resume—as long as both remember that
It's only fair to take turns for this reason: If one does all the chasing
While the other remains in subconscious retreat, a resentful sense of
Frustration has reason to build, suggesting why our
Defense systems tend to shelve that game in favor of becoming
More attentive to pleasures won by achieving goals so difficult
As to challenge our souls to grow ever more insightfully bold, and as
Examples of games people unwittingly play are sure to
Emerge as stories, concerning our marriage, continue to unfold
Suffice to say that whenever The Leopard Lady
Felt need to purr on our bed, you can bet that
Will had remained too preoccupied with
Life's most stressful side to pay me much mind, and
If you think to ask: Well, what did Will do to unstress?
I'd reply: Will did that which had become
His habit (and habits are hard to break) during boyhood:
Whenever anxiety, concerning any of life's hardships
Overwhelmed his spirit's ability to enjoy himself socially ...
He 'lost' himself in sports, and thus did
I (noting my husband's habit of releasing tension by
Actively pursuing sports during the little free time he
Had from studying) choose to intuitively slip a football jersey
Actively pursuing sports during the little free time he
Had from studying) choose to intuitively slip a football jersey
Over my head before sliding next to him in bed until
My creative imagination conjured up
The Leopard Lady, who, though costumed for
A wild time had no conscious clue of this underlying fact:
Rather than feeling excited when thoughts of
Taking a wild ride came to mind, my wild thing
Had experienced reason for anxiety to spike, and
Thus did subconscious fear give rise to tension, born of
Inner conflict, which forbade my imagination to
Go any further than costuming until two decades, later, when
I enrolled in a class which offered
My flash frozen libido reason to thaw, but
I'm getting too far ahead of today's story, so
Let's back track to 1967, at which time
My heart longed to conceive a child; however, being
An exceptionally responsible person, not once did I
Forget to swallow THE PILL, again
BTW ... If you think I've forgotten that the title of these
Last dozen posts refers to my earliest foray into parenting
Please think again, because deeper truth suggests that
My story-telling style takes a circuitous route for this reason:
I place my trust in my power of intuition to guide
My trains of thought toward gaining insight into that which
I need to know, today, about emotional reactions and
Personal vulnerabilities that my defense system
Kept hidden from my conscious awareness behind
My layered wall of denial at an earlier time in my life, and
Thus, each time you witness my mind engaged in
The writing process, I am actively challenging
My brain to work as an intelligent, well balanced whole in hopes of
Accomplishing my heartfelt goal of
Enriching my peace of mind, and
Thus do you watch me reaching ever more deeply into
My memory so as to extract
'Forgotten details', which denial had buried, thus detouring
My sense of self from developing a voice, necessary to
Assert my most basic personal needs, aloud, and
If you think that my conscious mind had a clue that
At 5am, this morning, intuitive thought would awaken
My need to express this string of insights which rode
Out of my subconscious on
Today's train of thought, while one word after another
Chugged out of the intuitive portion of my mind
May I respectfully request that you scroll up and
Re-examine the depths of my mental musings until
A lasting sense of insight-driven absorption is yours ...
1967
As evening draws toward night, suggesting
That Annie, Will, Jack and Jill no longer feel like ten year olds
We refrain from acting like four monkeys, jumping on the bed
And instead, can be seen stretched out atop
Our king sized mattress in a well-ordered fashion:
Boy, girl, boy, girl
And all is quiet as the merriment in our voices has
Reason to retreat into silence as
Four pairs of eyes remain glued to
The black and white TV screen, which offers us footage of
Our flash-frozen cityscape, still buried alive under
God's avalanche of snow, and while feeling all safe and cozy
We four grow aware of the fact that our happy day had offered
Horrendous hardship to many poor souls who'd been
Out-of-our-sight-out-of-our-minds ... highlighting, once again
That one person's light-hearted romp can be
A heavy burden to another, and though
We'd felt chagrin to think of having enjoyed
A day of pure delight while others had suffered so grievously
Chagrin proved short-lived, because our spirits, being young, had
Energy to burn, and as we could not leave our neighborhood to
Help anyone had we tried, the next morning saw us rising, feeling
Fully rested with an abundance of youthful energy to burn, and
Rather than deeming ourselves a selfish quartet for choosing to
Pleasure ourselves, again, intuition kicked in, knowing that
All work no play leads not to sainthood but to burnout ... which
Is exactly where Will had, unwittingly, been heading ... And
Hindsight suggests that overtaxing his brain describes
Jack's path, as well ... However
I'm getting ahead of myself, again, so suffice to say that
Once the nightly news ends and yawns cycle round
Indicating time to bid our new friends a good night, which
Promises to offer our bodies and mental engines time to
Relax, recharge and refuel
A short but significant conversation, which
Catches my attention enough to be banked in my memory, is
About to take place between Jack and Jill ...
My creative imagination conjured up
The Leopard Lady, who, though costumed for
A wild time had no conscious clue of this underlying fact:
Rather than feeling excited when thoughts of
Taking a wild ride came to mind, my wild thing
Had experienced reason for anxiety to spike, and
Thus did subconscious fear give rise to tension, born of
Inner conflict, which forbade my imagination to
Go any further than costuming until two decades, later, when
I enrolled in a class which offered
My flash frozen libido reason to thaw, but
I'm getting too far ahead of today's story, so
Let's back track to 1967, at which time
My heart longed to conceive a child; however, being
An exceptionally responsible person, not once did I
Forget to swallow THE PILL, again
BTW ... If you think I've forgotten that the title of these
Last dozen posts refers to my earliest foray into parenting
Please think again, because deeper truth suggests that
My story-telling style takes a circuitous route for this reason:
I place my trust in my power of intuition to guide
My trains of thought toward gaining insight into that which
I need to know, today, about emotional reactions and
Personal vulnerabilities that my defense system
Kept hidden from my conscious awareness behind
My layered wall of denial at an earlier time in my life, and
Thus, each time you witness my mind engaged in
The writing process, I am actively challenging
My brain to work as an intelligent, well balanced whole in hopes of
Accomplishing my heartfelt goal of
Enriching my peace of mind, and
Thus do you watch me reaching ever more deeply into
My memory so as to extract
'Forgotten details', which denial had buried, thus detouring
My sense of self from developing a voice, necessary to
Assert my most basic personal needs, aloud, and
If you think that my conscious mind had a clue that
At 5am, this morning, intuitive thought would awaken
My need to express this string of insights which rode
Out of my subconscious on
Today's train of thought, while one word after another
Chugged out of the intuitive portion of my mind
May I respectfully request that you scroll up and
Re-examine the depths of my mental musings until
A lasting sense of insight-driven absorption is yours ...
1967
As evening draws toward night, suggesting
That Annie, Will, Jack and Jill no longer feel like ten year olds
We refrain from acting like four monkeys, jumping on the bed
And instead, can be seen stretched out atop
Our king sized mattress in a well-ordered fashion:
Boy, girl, boy, girl
And all is quiet as the merriment in our voices has
Reason to retreat into silence as
Four pairs of eyes remain glued to
The black and white TV screen, which offers us footage of
Our flash-frozen cityscape, still buried alive under
God's avalanche of snow, and while feeling all safe and cozy
We four grow aware of the fact that our happy day had offered
Horrendous hardship to many poor souls who'd been
Out-of-our-sight-out-of-our-minds ... highlighting, once again
That one person's light-hearted romp can be
A heavy burden to another, and though
We'd felt chagrin to think of having enjoyed
A day of pure delight while others had suffered so grievously
Chagrin proved short-lived, because our spirits, being young, had
Energy to burn, and as we could not leave our neighborhood to
Help anyone had we tried, the next morning saw us rising, feeling
Fully rested with an abundance of youthful energy to burn, and
Rather than deeming ourselves a selfish quartet for choosing to
Pleasure ourselves, again, intuition kicked in, knowing that
All work no play leads not to sainthood but to burnout ... which
Is exactly where Will had, unwittingly, been heading ... And
Hindsight suggests that overtaxing his brain describes
Jack's path, as well ... However
I'm getting ahead of myself, again, so suffice to say that
Once the nightly news ends and yawns cycle round
Indicating time to bid our new friends a good night, which
Promises to offer our bodies and mental engines time to
Relax, recharge and refuel
A short but significant conversation, which
Catches my attention enough to be banked in my memory, is
About to take place between Jack and Jill ...
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