I began my life in the South and for five years lived as a closeted teacher, but am now making a new life for myself as an oral historian in New England. I think my life will work out the way it was always meant to be. That doesn't mean there won't be ups and downs; that's all part of life. It means I just have to be patient. I feel like October 7, 2015 is my new birthday. It's a beginning filled with great hope. It's a second chance to live my life…not anyone else's.
My profile picture is "David and Me," 2001 painting by artist Steve Walker. It happens to be one of my favorite modern gay art pieces.
Too many cracks precede the spectacular breaking. Each
story begins in a different dark- ness. And light: think how it catches
on any surface (pane or hinge or keyhole) and
out of night (out of nothing), all at once: a window,
a door. It’s a metaphor (and then it isn’t), darkness.
When I dream again it’s the old kitchen—I
open the oven and sound, like ropes of heat, drifts
out; a shimmering. Familiar and confusing. Uncanny,
and then unmistakable: our voices, recorded. Playback
and loop, now—every aching word we whispered here.
About this Poem
“I’m fascinated by the ways in which secrets are kept and revealed in families, how sometimes what can’t be acknowledged doesn’t drop out of sight so much as it becomes ambient, atmospheric. Coming to recognize the truth, then, is like a trick the eye plays: suddenly it is possible to see what was always there, unrecognized, and the world becomes newly tangible and remarkably uncertain at once, charged with the ordinary strangeness of a dream.”
—Nancy Kuhl
I think all families have their secrets. I know mine has numerous ones: I’m gay, my niece is transgendered, several members have had affairs on their spouses, and the list goes on, probably more than I know. So, when I read this poem, it seemed appropriate for this time of year. It’s the holiday season when everyone keeps their secrets as bottled up as possible. Sometimes, the secrets come out in whispers, sometimes in dribbles, sometimes with shouts, and sometimes not at all. Secrets can tear a family apart even though most believe keeping the secrets can keep the family together. Some secrets are worth keeping for self-preservation, but mostly, they are just a lie of omission.
There were a lot of pictures I could have used for this post: a family gathered around a holiday table, someone looking out a window with his image reflecting off the windowpane, “any surface (pane or / hinge or keyhole,” a guy sleeping, “ When I dream again,” or a guy opening an oven, “open the oven and sound.” However, I thought that someone looking at their reflection in a mirror was “ a metaphor / (and then it isn’t).” Because when we look in the mirror, we see our ourselves, and hopefully, we see who we know we are, not the secrets that we keep.
About the Poet
Nancy Kuhl is the author of several collections, most recently On Hysteria (Shearsman Books, 2022) and Granite (A Published Event, 2021). She lives in Black Rock, Connecticut.
…it’s another. Why can’t things just go smoothly? Last night, I noticed that my refrigerator and freezer had quit cooling, instead it’s blowing warm air. Ugh! Several things spoiled and left a bad odor. I called my maintenance person this morning and left a message, but I am still waiting to hear back from him. I hope it can either be fixed simply and quickly or that I can get a replacement.
I am hosting a Christmas lunch on Christmas Day, which is only a week away. I have the menu all planned:
How am I going to get this meal prepared without a refrigerator? I’m looking forward to having friends over for Christmas and getting to cook. I love cooking, and it will be nice to host my own little Christmas party since I am not going anywhere for Christmas this year.
If it’s not one thing, it’s another. *🤞fingers crossed 🤞* Nothing else will go wrong. (Famous last words…I know.)
The beloved of the Lord shall dwell in safety by Him, who shelters him all the day long; and he shall dwell between His shoulders.
—Deuteronomy 33:12
Beloved is a term of affection common to both the Old and New Testaments. In the Old Testament, beloved primarily comes from two Hebrew words: ahebh, a verb which means to love or to lust; dodh, a noun which means an object of love. Both terms are elevated in the Bible as the equivalent of the Greek word agapetos, which means more than the erotic sense of love and emotion but includes intellectual good will, self-giving, and spiritual love. “Beloved” appears forty-four times in the Old Testament, twenty-eight of which are in the Song of Solomon. In the New Testament “beloved” is used exclusively as spiritual love. Ancient Greek philosophy differentiated the Modern English word love into six forms: agápe, érōs, philía, philautía, storgē, and xenía.
Agápe (ἀγάπη): brotherly love, charity; the love of God for person and of person for God.
Éros (ἔρως): love, mostly of the sexual passion.
Philia (φιλία): affectionate regard, friendship, usually between equals.
Storge (στοργή): love, affection, especially the love between parents and children.
Philautia (φιλαυτία): to love oneself or regard for one’s own happiness.
Xenia (ξενία) the concept of hospitality.
The New Testament speaks mainly of agapetos (beloved) and can mean any or all of the six Ancient Greek definitions of the word love. Agapetos appears forty-seven times in the New Testament. In Matthew, Mark, and Luke, God identifies Jesus, His “beloved Son.” The meaning implies “chosen,” an act of will rather than of feeling. Paul made use of the term thirty-two times in all his letters except Galatians and Titus, with reference to many individuals named and to the “brethren.” It appears twelve times in the epistles of John.
In other words, “beloved” is an important concept in the Bible. It is a key principle that God is trying to teach us about His kind of love. Often one of the hardest things for a person to do is to accept unconditional love. Perhaps it’s because the world often displays a love that is contingent on the recipient’s behavior or form of repayment of the love. As LGBTQ+ Christians, many of us are familiar with conditional love. We are told we are loved only if we follow the rules that man have made about love, notice I did not say the rules God has made about love. Conditional love causes many of us to struggle with the concept and acceptance unconditional love.
The Dutch theologian Henri J.M. Nouwen said, “Over the years, I have come to realize that the greatest trap in our life is not success, popularity, or power, but self-rejection. Success, popularity, and power can indeed present a great temptation, but their seductive quality often comes from the way they are part of the much larger temptation to self-rejection. When we have come to believe in the voices that call us worthless and unlovable, then success, popularity, and power are easily perceived as attractive solutions. The real trap, however, is self-rejection. As soon as someone accuses me or criticizes me, as soon as I am rejected, left alone, or abandoned, I find myself thinking, “Well, that proves once again that I am a nobody.” … [My dark side says,] I am no good… I deserve to be pushed aside, forgotten, rejected, and abandoned. Self-rejection is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life because it contradicts the sacred voice that calls us the “Beloved.” Being the Beloved constitutes the core truth of our existence.”
We are all the beloved of God. Deuteronomy 33:12 tells us, “The beloved of the Lord shall dwell in safety by Him, whoshelters him all the day long; and he shall dwell between His shoulders.” In Daniel 9:23, the angel Gabriel tells Daniel, “I have come to tell you, for you are greatly beloved.” In Romans 9:25, Paul tells the Christian community in Rome that God welcomes both Jews and Gentiles, i.e., everyone, and quotes from Hosea that God will “call them [His] people, who were not [His] people, and her beloved, who was not beloved.” Even more that the unconditional love of God, He tells us not only that we are “beloved” by God, but also how we should love ourselves. In 1 Corinthians 15:58, Paul tells us, “Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord.” In 2 Peter 3:17, we are told, “You therefore, beloved, since you know this beforehand, beware lest you also fall from your own steadfastness, being led away with the error of the wicked.” In this verse, Peter says it is the wicked who put conditions on love and cause us not to love ourselves.
In his epistles, John beautifully tells us about Christian love. In 1 John 4:7, he says, “Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God.” Later in 1 John 4:11, he says, “Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.” And in 3 John 1:5, he says, “Beloved, you do faithfully whatever you do for the brethren and for strangers.” The holiday season as well as all year long, we should remember that we are the beloved of God. All mankind is the beloved of God, and we should treat each other in a way that shows our love for mankind, but we also must realize that we must also love ourselves. How can we love others unconditionally, if we put conditions on the love we should have for ourselves? We are God’s beloved, and as such, we must love unconditionally, that includes philautia, or self-love. So, I challenge you to not only show the love you have for others in this world, but also to love yourself and know that you are worthy of unconditional love.
Today is my usual work from home day. Thankfully, I am feeling better. It took a trip to the ER to get rid of my migraine. The ER doc gave me their “migraine cocktail” (an IV of Toradol, Reglen, and fluids, plus oxygen). It took care of most of the pain and after an hour, I was able to go home. The medicine really seemed to hit me a few hours later when I realized I couldn’t focus my eyes enough to read anything on my iPad, and I just couldn’t keep my eyes open. When Jeopardy finished at 7:30 pm, I went to bed. I just couldn’t stay awake any longer, and I quickly fell asleep. I woke around 3:30 am, and Isabella decided she had to be fed. I looked at the clock, realized the time, and pulled the covers over me and tried to go back to sleep. That worked until about 4:00 am, and then I got up and fed Isabella and made a cup of tea for myself. By the time this posts at 6:00 am, I fully expect I will be asleep again. I plan to actually do some work today, mainly because I need to catch up on grading so I can get my grades submitted on time. However, I have no intention to push myself too much and will just take it easy today (and continue taking it easy throughout the weekend).