{"id":173,"date":"2013-04-02T13:47:50","date_gmt":"2013-04-02T13:47:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/erikdolson.com\/?p=173"},"modified":"2013-04-03T14:35:56","modified_gmt":"2013-04-03T14:35:56","slug":"walking-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/?p=173","title":{"rendered":"Walking away"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/erikdolson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/Untitled.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" alt=\"From here\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/erikdolson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/Untitled.jpg?resize=140%2C90\" width=\"140\" height=\"90\" \/><\/a>Ran into somebody who had read the short verse I wrote in January about a relationship that had just ended with a wonderful woman because our paths were not converging. That\u2019s a hazard of falling in love later in life. I had forgotten I posted those personal emotions but was grateful this person enjoyed the \u201cpoem\u201d and was moved by it. Had even read it. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Sometimes it is too easy in moods of \u201cterminal uniqueness\u201d to forget we share so many of these emotions and experiences. A friend, also a writer, talks of the universal nature of what brings us joy and heartbreak. That is part of the value in art, that ability to share experience. And to feel not quite so alone.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">It took me a while to understand that, plus words from a friend going through a tough time who has recognized that \u201cletting go,\u201d while exquisitely painful, is sometimes the only path toward fulfillment if not self preservation.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">That is one of the themes in <\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><i>Chalice<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> and something I am trying to convey in<\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><i> It\u2019s Nobody\u2019s Fault. <\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Sometimes one has to walk, or let our love walk. Because after enough break-ups and make-ups we know the pattern if not the causes, and we have to make a cold calculation that it <em>is<\/em> what it is.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">That\u2019s not to say there isn\u2019t hope, only that change sometimes requires that \u2026 we make a change.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><br \/>\nOn Ice<br \/>\nholding only in my heart whom I\u2019ve held in my arms,<br \/>\ndistance great, time short, this is life\u2019 sorting,<br \/>\nsouls skate near to brush fingertips to lips,<br \/>\nmomentum\u2019s past push\/pulls us apart,<br \/>\nyour cashmere warmth my memory.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p align=\"LEFT\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/erikdolson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/Untitled.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" alt=\"From here\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/erikdolson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/Untitled.jpg?resize=140%2C90\" width=\"140\" height=\"90\" \/><\/a>Ran into somebody who had read the short verse I wrote in January about a relationship that had just ended with a wonderful woman because our paths were not converging. That\u2019s a hazard of falling in love later in life. I had forgotten I posted those personal emotions but was grateful this person enjoyed the \u201cpoem\u201d and was moved by it. Had even read it. <\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Sometimes it is too easy in moods of \u201cterminal uniqueness\u201d to forget we share so many of these emotions and experiences.  \u2026 <a href=\"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/?p=173\">Read more\u2026 <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr; <\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[15,14],"tags":[20,19,23,21,22,18],"class_list":["post-173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-chalice","category-fault","tag-adult-attachment-disorder","tag-adult-relationships","tag-depression","tag-heartbreak","tag-loss","tag-love"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3mcOb-2N","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=173"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":206,"href":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173\/revisions\/206"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/erikdolson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}