who's the ECL?

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Portland, Oregon, United States
I'm not BAD evil, more like devil's food cake evil.

Saturday, March 31, 2007



I promised myself that when I caught up on my sleep, phone calls, emails, work, and had some free time I would sit down and write this post.

I have been really upset and angry and heartbroken for a long time now. By no means am I out of the woods, but I am well on my way. I don't feel as raw as I did. I am being more honest with myself about our relationship--good and bad. I recognise now that the hardest part about letting him go is letting go of my future dreams. I had dreamt up a pretty good life with Josh, and it is hard to let go of the fantasy and accept the cold hard reality. Mainly because reality leaves me all alone--today, probably tomorrow, and maybe even for a long time to come.

I don't like looking at my own aloneness.

For a while there in the winter, both real and emotional, I had given up any hope of finding anybody with whom I could spend the rest of my life with and vice versa. I am high maintenance. I like a lot of attention. I have an ever changing emotional temperament and my feelings can be felt and expressed quite intensely. People liken me to a volcano. Sometimes I spew joy and exuberance and love and sometimes I spew frustration and disappointment and verbal insults at the idiot drivers all around me.

For a while there I didn't believe I would ever find somebody who would love me ever again. Because he did love me, for who I was, and that was the most empowering and enveloping feeling ever. I felt like I could grow taller and reach deeper and fly higher because he saw me for who I am and loved me for it. I hadn't had another man understand me quite like he did.

For a while I thought I needed to get the hell out of here because too much of this city is tied up in memories of him. If I left, even he couldn't have those memories anymore. He wouldn't be able to find me anymore. If I left, I could hide from my own failures and begin again. And if I left, maybe I might be able to meet somebody. For a while I believed that Portland was a barren wasteland when it comes to available good men.

For a while I resigned myself to believing that I would just be one of those wonderful women who has a brilliant career, who changes people's lives on a daily basis, and lives alone, alone, alone. Actually, I am still haunted by that possibility. I see it around me, in my mentors, teachers, and spiritual leaders. And I know I could easily be one of them--I have such a deep and enduring passion for birth that I could turn all my (volcanic) energy and effort into changing this country and giving women the options and chances and support that they need.

For a while I was so heartbroken and confused that I gave up on love. I didn't want it, it only brought pain and suffering, it sucks, it hurts, I hate it. No more love for me.

For a while I believed he was my last chance at love. For a while I believed he was the love of my life. For a while I believed he was The One. For a while I believed that we'd come back together, even if it was three or four or five years in the future. For a while I believed I could wait for him.

The winter doldrums and my wounded heart seemed to be in cahoots this year, and I didn't see an end in sight.

But, then we started having some sunny days.

Then the daffodils started blooming.

Then all of a sudden I looked around and there was life and renewal happening. And I began to feel a little bit of an easing in my own heart. I kid you not. The weather has a powerful influence on us. It find it interesting how my own saga has been in tune with the seasons this year.

I decided that he couldn't have this city anymore. And that the memories I have of him that are tied up in places, events, seasons, and things, are just that--memories. I have set upon taking those places back. It has been fun, mostly.

I took away his own special ringtone.

I decided that maybe by the summertime I'd have a better outlook on love and my possibilities, and this damned city I live in. I have a love-hate relationship with Portland.

Then I read this post from the Gluten-Free Girl, and everything is changing. That post reminded me not to give up on love. And it inspired me to hope for love, a good love, a real love, a true and enduring love, right here in Portland Oregon.

There are good men here, I'm sure of it. And I'm sure one of them will want to love this crazy emotional, cake baking little ECL. And vice versa, of course.

I'm not out of the woods yet, but I can see a break in the trees.

I thank Creator everyday for all those daffodils.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

a sunny day at work

a sunny day at work, originally uploaded by jensteele.

i have a lot to say, and no energy to say it in.

  • i was at another L O N G birth monday-tuesday.
  • i loved the sunny day today.
  • i'm moving into the angry stage of getting over josh.
    which is progress.
  • i started pilates a couple of weeks ago and it is hard. 20 10 minutes into the session and i am mad as hell about having to curl up and down and wave my legs about but i keep going back for more.
  • i am loving that the stooges are reunited. this is the first time since 1996 that the three of us are living in the same city at the same time. fuckin awesome.
  • you know how some cats will shit on your bed to express their displeasure? mine likes to throw up somewhere she knows you'll step in it before seeing it.
    at least she doesn't throw up in my bed.
    i would have to kill her.
  • tired.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

one day...

one day..., originally uploaded by jensteele.

Mondays I tend to spend the day gallavanting with The Stooges.

Today we started at St. Honore', a bakery over in NW Portland. My. Favorite. Place.

We sat at the little bar where we could look at this kick ass oven and into their kitchen, and I dreamt of baking in an industrial kitchen, and having an oven such as this in the home I'm sure I'll own someday.

That home will also have a long long wooden table, with benches on either side where everyone who will come over can sit and help prep for whatever we're cooking/baking and keep me company. There will be doors which open up to the patio and the herb garden just outside, and in the warm months we will leave the doors open so that the delicious breeze can blow through our home.

What dreams do you have for your home?

ps--Happy Spring Equinox!
pps--I bought a cute little dress today that originally was $168--I paid $17.58!!!! Crazytalk!

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

5 Things You May Not Have Known About Me

The Lactivist tagged me.

1. When I was a kid somebody gave me Dr Seuss's My Book About Me which I filled out, and refilled out, every 3 years or so between ages 6 and 15. I love talking about me!

2. I also read The Little House on the Prairie series over and over again as a kid and started to keep a diary hoping that someday after I died someone would find all my diaries/journals and publish them so I could be famous like Laura Ingalls Wilder.

3. I never took typing lessons and learned how to type by playing a lot of Nethack. I tried teaching myself to type with the program Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing and it sort of worked. I type fairly fast but make tons of mistakes and I need to be looking at the keyboard when I type even though I don't need to be looking specifically at the actual keys...

4. I don't have cable TV anymore, but when I did I was completely addicted to the Food Network. Paula Deen, Rachael Ray, Mario Batali, and Ina Garten were my FAVORITES. I miss them, except for Rachael Ray, whose TV talk/cook show I do not like.

5. Most of my acupuncture patients don't know that I am also a shiatsu therapist and most of my shiatsu patients don't know that I am also an acupuncturist, but all of them know that I am a birth doula.

Who to tag? How about everyone who has the time to play? I was always terrible at tag.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007


blossoms, originally uploaded by jensteele.

flowers! pretty!

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Fun On The Internet

I don't watch a lot of television, so I spend a lot of time screwing around on the internet. It's kind of fun and stuff.

Today I discovered Metroblogging: Portland and it's a pretty cool site. Today I learned about the Academy Theater's One Year Anniversary celebration this weekend (a Grease sing along!), google traffic maps, a volunteer program for people who want to hug military personnel as they arrive at the airport, and I've now heard of an EVDO card, even though I still don't quite get what it is.

Hooray! How fun is learning!

I would also like to give a shout out to Gluten-Free Girl up in Seattle, WA. I am really enjoying her blog, and her recipes.