Waxing Poetic…
This post will probably not make sense to a majority of people on my friends-list. This is one of those waxing poetic rambles about a certain period of my life. It started out as an e-mail, but then I realized it was one I wanted to memory, so instead it became an entry. Feel free to skip it.
Sandy, this one is for you.
It’s strange how time changes so many things. It was six years ago this past weekend on a crisp St. Patty’s Day afternoon that I first saw my husband. It’s odd that I even remember it, but maybe not. I had gone to my first Ostara at “Enchantments.” Maybe because it was the first, that’s why I remember it so well. I remember Joe and Jez and Jenny and Rob. Jez’s voice piercing the cool air, making me cringe and wondering how it was nobody had told this woman she couldn’t sing. It was raining lightly, but it didn’t stop everyone from enjoying themselves. I felt good, warm and at home. Tim and Ali came in late; they had gotten stuck at work. I remember thinking two things, 1) he’s cute 2) they must be together, why else would they be wearing matching jackets (they worked together and were wearing company jackets, I found these out weeks later). Joe of course had built a fire; I was amazed to see that in The Village. Tim caught my eye and smiled and I went home that night giddy. Grove started the next week.
That spring and summer were so much fun. Becca and I hung out before and after class, talking about what books we were reading, bitching about our jobs and speculating on whether Ali was dating Tim or Rob (thankfully it was Rob). Tim finally had a real conversation with me in April. In May I dragged Mary with me to Beltane. I pointed Tim out and was told: 1) he’s too old for me 2) he’s too tall for me and 3) he was going bald. (To this day Tim likes to torment Mary with that and she’s still pissed I wound up telling him.) By Memorial Day we were dating. Sandy, you have the honor of being the cover story for the people in our lives who don’t know about Grove. That was some party you never threw. ;)
By that fall, the players had been changing as Grove made way for winter study. We became a study group and continued a strange journey. There were friendships formed out of that time that still mean a great deal to me (Sandy, how I wish Alaska weren’t so far away). Along the way there was a lot of laughter, some tears, a good deal of frustration and more drama then you could find on network television.
Remember the day baking at my house, then having to transport that Yule log back into Manhattan to Daniele’s? Driving through the Lincoln tunnel we spoke about how we didn’t quite fit in and how cold Jez was to us? I had such doubts about myself being in that group and it put my mind at ease knowing I had someone else sharing that feeling and someone else who was willing to NOT kiss Jez’s ass. We adored the fact she didn’t like us and it was evil of us to get such a kick out of watching the drama unfold. (Pass the popcorn!)
There are times I miss it more then I should. Little things trigger memories and emotions I will cherish forever. The smell of smoke on my jacket after standing by my uncle’s fire pit always pulls me back to late night’s debating whether to eat at Odessa’s or ‘round the Clock. I miss hanging out with “the alphas.” Well, sometimes I do. ;). I miss Joe, but I stopped feeling sorry for him a long time ago. I just found out he’s doing classes again, up in the Bronx. Yep, he’s working for Lady Rhea, good for him.
Why is it that this time of the year always brings these memories flooding back? It’s a shame it ended in such a mess, it’s a shame some of the players wound up being so self-absorbed. I’m glad Tim and I were able to branch away before the craziness got out of hand. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed, Jez’s latest incarnation just crashed and burned. There is no use getting into the details because it’s the same as the last 3 times. I feel so sorry for those affected by it this time around. Some people just don’t learn their lessons.
It was a strange trip, despite the drama, I look back on it fondly and if I could go back, I would do it again.
Love and Light!
Sandy, this one is for you.
It’s strange how time changes so many things. It was six years ago this past weekend on a crisp St. Patty’s Day afternoon that I first saw my husband. It’s odd that I even remember it, but maybe not. I had gone to my first Ostara at “Enchantments.” Maybe because it was the first, that’s why I remember it so well. I remember Joe and Jez and Jenny and Rob. Jez’s voice piercing the cool air, making me cringe and wondering how it was nobody had told this woman she couldn’t sing. It was raining lightly, but it didn’t stop everyone from enjoying themselves. I felt good, warm and at home. Tim and Ali came in late; they had gotten stuck at work. I remember thinking two things, 1) he’s cute 2) they must be together, why else would they be wearing matching jackets (they worked together and were wearing company jackets, I found these out weeks later). Joe of course had built a fire; I was amazed to see that in The Village. Tim caught my eye and smiled and I went home that night giddy. Grove started the next week.
That spring and summer were so much fun. Becca and I hung out before and after class, talking about what books we were reading, bitching about our jobs and speculating on whether Ali was dating Tim or Rob (thankfully it was Rob). Tim finally had a real conversation with me in April. In May I dragged Mary with me to Beltane. I pointed Tim out and was told: 1) he’s too old for me 2) he’s too tall for me and 3) he was going bald. (To this day Tim likes to torment Mary with that and she’s still pissed I wound up telling him.) By Memorial Day we were dating. Sandy, you have the honor of being the cover story for the people in our lives who don’t know about Grove. That was some party you never threw. ;)
By that fall, the players had been changing as Grove made way for winter study. We became a study group and continued a strange journey. There were friendships formed out of that time that still mean a great deal to me (Sandy, how I wish Alaska weren’t so far away). Along the way there was a lot of laughter, some tears, a good deal of frustration and more drama then you could find on network television.
Remember the day baking at my house, then having to transport that Yule log back into Manhattan to Daniele’s? Driving through the Lincoln tunnel we spoke about how we didn’t quite fit in and how cold Jez was to us? I had such doubts about myself being in that group and it put my mind at ease knowing I had someone else sharing that feeling and someone else who was willing to NOT kiss Jez’s ass. We adored the fact she didn’t like us and it was evil of us to get such a kick out of watching the drama unfold. (Pass the popcorn!)
There are times I miss it more then I should. Little things trigger memories and emotions I will cherish forever. The smell of smoke on my jacket after standing by my uncle’s fire pit always pulls me back to late night’s debating whether to eat at Odessa’s or ‘round the Clock. I miss hanging out with “the alphas.” Well, sometimes I do. ;). I miss Joe, but I stopped feeling sorry for him a long time ago. I just found out he’s doing classes again, up in the Bronx. Yep, he’s working for Lady Rhea, good for him.
Why is it that this time of the year always brings these memories flooding back? It’s a shame it ended in such a mess, it’s a shame some of the players wound up being so self-absorbed. I’m glad Tim and I were able to branch away before the craziness got out of hand. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed, Jez’s latest incarnation just crashed and burned. There is no use getting into the details because it’s the same as the last 3 times. I feel so sorry for those affected by it this time around. Some people just don’t learn their lessons.
It was a strange trip, despite the drama, I look back on it fondly and if I could go back, I would do it again.
Love and Light!