I’ve always been haunted by choice. I want the city and the forest.
Freedom but also babies. A home and the open highway.
I love it when other people choose anything for me—dinner spots,
weekend plans, hiking trails. It’s one tiny decision I’m absolved
from making. To choose is to be culpable and as a former
evangelical kid, there are few things I hate more than being
culpable.
But being unable to choose becomes its own choice. When you
don’t decide, a decision still arrives.
Once I held the fleeting body of a farm cat newly struck on the
side of a busy Ohio road. He’d gotten frightened in the rush and
couldn’t pick which way to go. So he stalled and was hit by the
car in front of me. When I lifted the big body, shuddering and
warm, I felt him die in my hands. Awful as it was, I listened to that
heaviness. I knew it was a lesson. To decide is to survive.
I wrote a pep talk recently to myself on a bar napkin: no matter
which road you take, it will be both glorious and unbearable. Every
road is lonely. Every road, holy. The only error is not walking forth.
Yesterday, a friend in California, when giving me directions, told
me I could take the trail toward the tall pines or turn left and find
a field of poppies, growing gold and savage at the edge of the valley.
When I asked which to choose, she simply shrugged and said:
either way, it’s all heaven.
I’ll admit I’m often in the same camp as Sullivan when it comes to making choices – I tend to want both rather than either /or. I’m a city dweller and yet, I’m never happier than when I’m in the country so I try to have both. I too love it when other people choose anything for me, relieving me of the responsibility of making small decisions, although I can’t say I feel guilty or in the wrong when I do make a choice. I’m just aware of the other options not taken.
But being unable to choose becomes its own choice. That I know to be true – a decision will be made for you with or without your input. This may have happened to you; it has to me. The poet tells us a story about a cat, killed hesitating while crossing a road. As she held him and felt him die, she understood the lesson to be this: To decide is to survive; hesitation may lead to the decision being taken for you.
Her pep talk strikes me as wise advice: no matter / which road you take, it will be both glorious and unbearable. The only thing that may find us accountable is not walking forth. In another story, she tells us a friend gave her directions for a walk, either through tall pines or a field of poppies. When she asked which she should choose, her friend casually replied either way, it’s all heaven. This sounds so right to me: Every / road is lonely. Every road, holy,
Hi Jan, You have maybe considered this….a book like Pádraig ó tuama’s Unbound? I would definitely buy it. Thank you, Jan. Your heart poems enlarge my heart. ❤️ Fran Lucid
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Ah, thank you Fran, I have considered this, and get bogged down by the permissions required to publish these poems, but maybe some day 🙂 Happy to hear these poems touch your heart, exactly my wish in sharing them. Jan
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Hard lesson❤️
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Yes, glorious and unbearable, lonely and holy. thank you Kathryn
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Wow! This one is crazy powerful – choice is freedom – no matter how things turn out – and, you always get instant feedback to course correct – heaven indeed!
Thanks so much Jan xoxo
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Seems to me this is just how you live your life Maureen – making choices and course correcting as you go – creating your own heaven 🙂 thanks for leading the way! xoxo
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Really great poem. I made a choice this year in my profession and it all went to shit – sometimes I regret it or wonder why – why did I pursue that? But I learned a lot and I am now a free agent again – not knowing my path for next year. I think in my 20’s I was often paralyzed and afraid to make choices and well into my 30s I let life decide things for me. But in my 50’s – I guess as I see there is less time ahead of me, I am more fearless about choices. I just do it. You learn as you go – often, you can course correct – most things are not permanent. Great poem!
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Yes, we learn that our choices don’t always give us what we thought we would get but as you say, we can learn a lot, learn as you go. thank you Shannon
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thanks Jan
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Dead cat
bar napkin
and heaven
An enjoyable musing, thank you Jan
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Great paraphrase Kathryn Louise! thanks for sharing your musings.
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Oh, Jan. I feel this was written about me and for me. I’m going to hold onto her beautiful words:
“either way, it’s all heaven.”
“Every / road is lonely. Every road, holy.”
“No matter which road you take, it will be both glorious and unbearable.”
thank you Jan. I love this one. (and most of the ones you post)🙂
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It’s all heaven, isn’t it Margaret. Thank you for sharing your delight in this poem. xoxo
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Loved this, Joy. So simple and beautiful and relatable.
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Yes, all of that, the loneliness and the holiness, thank you Reena
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Wow. Been deliberating a life altering decision for… years. The pros, cons, risks either way. Yes this is spot on. And with two year old kitties [another tangle in the web!], the cat death is poignant and provocative. Always enjoy your poem Choices Jan!!
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Life altering decisions are sooo challenging to choose, both glorious and unbearable as the poet says. Thank you for appreciating some of my choices 🙂
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