We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you.
It gets worse steadily—your being away. All the sleeping draughts and the irritants have worn off, and I’m settling down to wanting you, doggedly, dismally, faithfully—I hope that pleases you. It’s damned unpleasant for me, I can assure you.
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits—anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
I love this book.
This is one of the best books in the Archie McPhee Library. Mail-Order Mysteries: Real Stuff from Old Comic Book Ads! [Buy from Amazon] by Kirk Demarais. The premise is irresistible. He took the ads from comic books and matched them up with what you actually got if you ordered. All the products are varying degrees of disappointing, but the book is anything but.
Demarais’ commentary is clever and dead on, mixing misty nostalgia with sharp focus reality. As you can see from the page above, the “7 Feet Tall” ghost is actually a balloon with a plastic sheet (garbage bag). Reading the copy, he imagines a complicated voice-activated control system, but the control is merely a string. It is, as Demarais points out, deflating.
Whether you are looking to this book for inspiration or curiosity, you will be bowled over by the printing and beautiful layout. Plus, the cover and back cover glow in the dark! (It’s like some crazy dream!)
Persistent problems, however unpleasant they may seem, contain the unprocessed and unexamined thoughts and feelings that, if left alone, keep you from your greatness. That’s why the pain, emptiness, and longing you feel can be your greatest gift—it can motivate you to examine parts of yourself that have been overlooked, forgotten, or hidden. It’s the irritant of sand in the oyster, which is the impetus for the pearl. In walking the conscious life path, you reveal your deepest Reality, layer by layer. You come home.
My heart feels so heavy and I don’t know how to carry it.