Daughter of the Earth

Daughter of the earth
Child of the soil
If she fades in the growing darkness
drops her leaves as the days grow short
Why wouldn’t I?

All summer long
I push through the cobwebs
of her morning eyelids
to see what she sees when
she first opens her eyes
The stained glass windows of
her emerald sanctuary
sparkle in the dazzling glory of
summer sunshine
I sat in the moss that covers her backbone
and watch the wind
gently rustle her hair
I feel life oozing from her every pore
All summer long
I lose myself
in the glory of
Mother Earth

Her eyelids stay shut longer and longer
The signs of her life
her vibrancy
fades
drops
falls
from trees and bushes
Bright green fades to brown.
As I walk in her forests
the trees whisper
“We’re tired,” they say
and the leaves nod their agreement
“All summer long we’ve worked,
making food to nourish and grow ourselves
and give shade to humankind
But now it is time to rest”


I know it is true
Feel it in my bones
Weariness and the need for rest
I pass a dying corn field and long
to lay in the center and return
to the mother who birthed me long ago
Autumn rains drip down her cheeks
and mingle with my tears
as I grieve the lessening of the light
the coming days of clouds
The descending darkness
We bury the green to make room for the cold
An unfair trade and every part of me resents it
I feel as old and tired as the tree
with the hollowed insides
Decades of creating nourishment
for the hungry around me
but never finding my own autumn of rest
have left me depleted
Scooped out
Empty

Now color fades on me
Strength a fragment of what it once was
but where does a daughter of earth go
to find her own autumn?
To fall into a pile of her sisters
and do nothing but rest
Close her kitchen and feed no one
But the little girl inside of her

Daughter of the earth
Child of the soil
If she fades in the growing darkness
drops her leaves as the days grow short
Why wouldn’t I?

daughter of the earth

I struggle to enjoy fall the way many seem to. I love the vibrant colors of fall and the cooler days, but there’s something about knowing the dark days of winter are almost here, that leaves me a little numb and I’m unable to completely absorb the sheer beauty of fall.

This year I even decided that I am going to fully embrace the season. Soak up every bit of color and crunch. Revel in sweatshirts and bonfires, apple dumplings and candlelight. But even on the most gorgeous of days, when so many things were going good and it felt like I had no reason to feel sad, I still felt this weight pressing in. Things that normally had me up and raring to go, felt like too much. Logically, it made no sense.

I kept pushing through it because, well, we were slammed at work and there was so much to do. When I let myself slow down and really pay attention, is when it dawned on me.

It’s my SAD kicking in. According to the Cleveland Clinic, Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is depression that gets triggered by a change in seasons, usually when fall starts. It usually starts and ends at the same time every year. I don’t remember dealing with it when we lived in the tropics. But as I look back over the recent years back in Ohio, I see a pattern. This year, while it caught me off guard, it didn’t surprise me.

child of the soil

I feel my body is actively grieving the loss of light, warmth, and green. There’s nothing to do but let the grief come and roll with it. Even on the days when the sun is still shining and the leaves are glorious.

Grief does not make logical sense. It has a life and cycle of it’s own. As an ISFJ on the Myers Briggs personality type, I experience life through my senses. Feeling warmth, seeing green, smelling the earth are all so life-giving to me. I dislike wearing shoes and love nothing more than feeling the earth beneath my bare toes. I utterly hate being cold. And cloudy, dull days with no green on the horizon make me not want to live.. I’m not being dramatic. It’s just how it is.

I’m deeply connected to the earth. Feel her changes in my bones. While I know that this will pass, as all seasons do, I am giving space for all that I feel right now.

Daughter of the earth. That’s who I am.

I realize the mention of “not wanting to live” may have been triggering…if so, there’s help.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – Call 800-273-TALK (8255)
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Happiness in a Mixed Orientation Marriage

When Austin first came out to me 11 years ago, I was desperate to find a support group. A safe place to process what I was feeling with others who understood. Because he wasn’t out publicly, I felt I needed to find an anonymous group. So I began to look online for a group that could give me the support I needed, while hiding both my identity and his.

But my search found nothing at all to give me hope of *happiness in a mixed orientation marriage. The only thing I could find at the time was a group for spouses of persons who struggled with unwanted same sex attraction. While the wording and ideology is so problematic, it was the way we both framed it in the early days. We didn’t have the language, knowledge or tools to see it any other way. While I know now how toxic and shame-inducing it was, it was our starting point.

So I dove in. At first, it was a relief. To be able to give words to my story. To break the silence that I had to wrap myself in while in any other space of life. Realizing there were many others with stories like mine was such a relief.

can there be happiness in a mixed orientation marriage?

But after a few months I began to feel despair instead of hope, when logging into the group. Everyone seemed so sad. Even those who were veterans to the group. There was this pervading feeling of heaviness. Like we had all been burdened with something awful that we would have to carry for the rest of our lives. At best, there were some who were making peace with it. But no one was inspiring us to see it as a gift. There were no voices telling us they had weathered the initial storm of pain and confusion and found something beautiful.

It was like no one believed there could be happiness in a mixed orientation marriage. Or beautiful equality. Breathtaking joy.

I began to log on less and less. Until one day I just stopped. By then I had a small handful of people, a few trusted friends, who walked the journey with me. And they were such light and hope. Unspeakable gifts of grace and love. Though most couldn’t personally identify with my pain, they understood emotional health and self-worth. Their love and support enabled me to navigate my way through some of the darkest days of my life.

Sometimes we long for an outer voice to affirm and guide us when it’s already speaking inside of us.

I suppose, though, that I never stopped longing for a more mature voice, soaked in the wisdom of a crone and wrapped in the wrinkles of one who has loved and been loved, to tell me there can be much happiness in a mixed-orientation marriage. And maybe that voice is out there, though I haven’t found it. Instead, I kept digging into my own inner soul work. Finding healing for my own emotional trauma. Fighting for my own mental health. And in that digging, I heard an echo of that voice I longed to hear. Bouncing softly off the walls in the basement of my soul.

Sometimes we long for an outer voice to affirm and guide us when it’s already speaking inside of us. If only we take the time to quiet the external noise long enough to be still and hear it.

hearing the inner voice

One reason Austin and I decided to be public with our journey, is so those who find themselves in a similar situation will know they are not alone. In fact, according to Two Bi Guys Podcast, 84% of bisexuals who are in a committed relationship are with someone of the opposite sex. Only 9% are with someone of the same gender. We also know there are gay guys with straight wives and lesbian women with straight husbands. There are a lot of us out there.

Finding hope and support from stories like ours or support groups you have found is a good thing. But it will do little until you have learned to quiet the external voices and listen to your inner voice.

And while I am happy to be an external voice of the wise crone, telling you that it is possible to be happy in a mixed orientation marriage, here is an important bit of wisdom I’m giving out for free today. Finding hope and support from stories like ours or support groups you have found is a good thing. But it will do little until you have learned to quiet the external voices and listen to your inner voice. Outer validation does little until you have experienced inner validation.

I know that sometimes life gets too dark and muddled to be able to hear or trust anything inside. There are times when nothing makes sense anymore and you are desperate for a voice to break through the fog and give you reassurance.

If you’re in that place, keep holding on. It will get better.

Whether you are in a mixed orientation relationship or not, getting the support you need is important and it starts with you. Your mental health is important. There are safe spaces and wise people out there and finding them is crucial. But it’s also crucial to remember and uncover your own inner voice that is so full of wisdom.

In the meantime, Austin and I are more than willing to let you know that finding happiness in a mixed-orientation marriage is very possible.

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*Happiness can be arbitrary but is used here to convey a general feeling of contentment and wholeness.


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