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The Heat of Love

07 Jul
“At the last moment before we die, all becomes clear that only love matters. So why don’t we all just get clear NOW?” Marianne Williamson

Van Gogh (visipix.com)

Hot temperatures like these–especially when night falls–bring me back to the bed I shared with my sister. The summers we shared as girls were enjoyed, or endured, without the aid of air condition–so we had to be creative in keeping cool–particularly on airless evenings.

One of our favorite tactics was pouring a glass of cold water onto our pillows.  I remember the relief I felt when I placed my head on that cool pillow case–and I remember how quickly it got steamy again–at which point, I’d turn it over to soak the opposite side.

Toulouse-Lautrec (visipix.com)

Steamy nights are rare in rural Vermont where I live now, and when they do come, we are ill-equipped to handle them. Most of our energy is invested in keeping warm–even on summer nights–when the New England temperatures can be downright cold.

If we do get a short spell of warm weather, a small fan usually does the trick.  But not this week–with temperatures rising past 100 all over the Northeast.

I feel a similar temperature rising within my family of origin as we move closer toward my sister’s August wedding.  I’m afraid that as the last of us comes of age, the family dynamic is heating.

Ten years ago, we buried our mother when the youngest was only 14.  Things were sticky then too, but roles and authority were clearly defined by familial order, and we were aligned by the singular focus of devotion and grief.

Now that everyone is an adult, the balance of power and responsibility needs to shift–or maybe needs to be relinquished altogether.  But I also fear this separation–because our familial unity has defined us–and me–for so long.

Twenty-five years ago, our parents made a mess of a divorce and we siblings became a family unto ourselves. To my surprise, others recognized and commented on this unique bond which we had taken for granted out of necessity.

Now the 8 of us are spread out between 4 states, spanning the country, and we’ve lost touch with the day to day intimacy of childhood.  On the hot summer night that our mother died, we all slept under one roof again–and even shared the floor–with wall to wall air mattresses around her dying bed.

Now that she’s gone, I’m not sure who to talk to about the heat rising among us.  I wish it was as simple as placing a pillow beneath each head–with a cold glass of water on the night table should things get steamy.

It would be simpler still to just let us fall apart from one another in the heat of this lifetime together.  Many siblings do.  Most maybe.  We could easily let a cooling distance form between us.  It might feel good.

But if we don’t want that to happen, we’ll each need to get creative–finding ways to cool our heads–while keeping our hearts warm.

Kelly Salasin

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Posted by on July 7, 2010 in Lanscape of Loss, Markers, Pure Love

 

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6 responses to “The Heat of Love

  1. bonnie

    July 8, 2010 at 12:38 am

    :( thats all I have for now……..

     
  2. bonnie

    July 8, 2010 at 12:47 am

    k i have more, I think technology has a lot to do with it..:)

     
  3. Bev

    July 9, 2010 at 11:36 pm

    This really hits home. As a family of “Army Brats”, we traveled the world together, and had a unique closeness, which shriveled and died for the most part, as age and loss of interest took us away from each other. Now I have one out of my 3 brothers with whom I retained a bond. Our family only comes together for deaths or weddings. I still remember, though, those childhood times when being with my brothers made my world a better place.

     
    • kellysalasin

      July 10, 2010 at 1:14 am

      Bev, I didn’t include it in the story, but the bed I mention sharing with my sister was on the base at West Point. I’m an army brat too :)

       
      • Bev Greis

        July 11, 2010 at 8:43 pm

        I shared a room with my younger brother for much of my life, and we spent hours talking about life, our interests, and the shared pain that the frequent loss of close friends, pets, and things we considered to be valuable brought.
        My Mom left this life 5 years ago. The family was together again, and it was odd the way we fell into our old roles- my older brothers teasing and doing their best to torment us, while retaining superiority in all things, my Dad looking old suddenly, as though loss of the woman he had spent 53 years with deflated him, and he lost the support that had kept him upright; and my brother and I- not needing words to communicate, just as though we were children once again. I am proud to be an “Army Brat”, and I think that the forced intimacy and close bonds that we needed to survive as children have kept us all strong as adults.
        Thanks again for the reminder, Kelly!

         
      • kellysalasin

        July 11, 2010 at 8:49 pm

        and thanks for the reminder that these “bonds” can be sources of strength

         

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