Becoming Unstitched

I am a sponge of all literature (all art, for that matter).  I am currently reading the novel, “Eat, Pray, Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert.  It has already been a delight to journey with her as she discovers herself; we’re in Rome at the moment, if you must know.  Amidst the myriads of fountains, noodles, and passionate storekeepers who call us “bella” regardless of our attire or makeup job, we both have a similar weakness that she describes as “brown, liquid-center Italian eyes that unstitch me”.  And I had a little revelation that perhaps I always knew but needed to have re-revelated: if we all let ourselves lose control and become “unstitched”, knowing what and why certain things produce a sensation akin to Victorian swooning, we would be able to find that adventure and passion we crave.  (For you alpha males, you may substitute the swooning for emotions produced during the seventh game of the World Series/Championship/various other sporting finales.)  Passion is the antithesis of control.  We ought to find a balance between the two.

So this got me thinking.  What will I include in my life to allow myself to be properly thwarted by something?  Those Italian brown eyes sure have me. (Don’t worry, I won’t go into detail.  Tell your gag reflexes “you’re welcome” from me.) Sensational hot wings.  Unwrapping presents gives me tingles.  I never go on enough treasure hunts or fly enough kites, which reminds me wicker picnic baskets are the ultimate sign of peace.  Making some kind of a difference in someone’s life (cliche! ..but true).  My senses are kids at a candy store at Coors Field.  Romance that makes you wonder if your doctor would consider an inhaler necessary in your un-breathing condition, looking up the price of plane tickets, food that makes me believe that obesity is a risk I’ll just have to take, Alan Alda’s voice, flipping through a top-notch edition of Vogue, retro swimsuits and frankly, anything even remotely connected to before 1960,  just to name a few others.  I’ll obviously continue my list on my own, but I wanted to share with you some things me and Miss Gilbert have been musing upon.

Have fun thinking about all the ways you are unstitched.  I’d love to hear what you’re a sucker for, whether in comment, email, or person form.  You might help me discover something.  It’s already been fun to hear from all you little blog-reading darlings. 🙂

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3 Responses to Becoming Unstitched

  1. Jessica says:

    You want to know what makes me come unstitched? Let me think…
    Old country barns surrounded by tall unruly grass makes me feel at home.
    When you get so excited for something that you can’t breathe for just a second.
    Finding bugs and digging in the dirt.
    The smells of lakes, wet grass right after dusk, and fires.
    Going on a tangent about the Civil Rights Movement or Biology.
    Men in their suits on Sundays with a very classy tie that makes the whole outfit come together.

  2. Things that unstitch me:
    1. Bearded men
    2. Anything Japanese
    3. The fact that all the Asians in Grand Forks travel in packs gives me a warm feeling in my tummy and makes me want to go and join them. I so wish I was Asian.
    4. The rich colors and marvelous dancing in Bollywood films
    5. Packing for trips. I don’t know why but I just love doing this.
    6. Crafting!
    7. Cake.

  3. Kendal says:

    Absolutely splendid. Men in suits and fashionable Asians are weaknesses that I share. 😛

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