Thursday, March 19, 2009

With Great Love In My Heart

I gotta tell you, this is one of my favorite sayings. Only really Twist could understand why. They used to say it in Yoga school. I might have talked about this before, long ago, no one remembers, but Twist and I did a little stint in Yoga school up in Chelsea in NYC. We went every weekend for 14 weekends. It was hard on our husbands, working and having smaller children but somehow we all made it through. Twist and I were a little older than most of them. We were also a little more jaded. If you can believe that. All New Yorkers and the two mom's from the suburbs of Philly were the biggest a -holes. You know Twist, I say that with only Great Love In My Heart.
I think "great love in my heart," is the same thing as when Southerners say, "Bless your heart," could I be right Lula? All our New York counter parts would say it when they were saying something that wasn't all that kind. It became one of (the many) favorite tag lines that came out of our whole experience. Because I'm going to tell you what, I laughed my ass off every weekend for three months with Twist. I still laugh when I think about it.

So... with great love in my heart, I am going to tell you something. You all probably know this, but it's what I've got tonight. When things seem at there most difficult, when your "moment of grace," is not quite staring you in the face, when the weather seems Spring and then Winter in one fell swoop, when your dog smells like a skunk, when you can't quite believe what you know, when any number of things that might bring the room down happen, all I have to do, even if it's for a second is think of things that I can tag line, "With great love in my heart," and I will laugh. I will get the hugest smile on my face and think back to that yoga room for 8 hour stretches looking into the very twinkly eyes of my true friend and just smile. Because a true friend is worth more than anything I could ever dream up.

12 comments:

Kathy S. said...

Amen.

Sue Jacquette said...

Hallelujah! Praise Ra!

Christy said...

Beautiful!

Lula! said...

"With great love in my heart..."

That is SO much classier than "Bless your heart." Which I say all the time. You are correct on that. All southerners use "bless your heart" right before criticizing...you know, sugar coating sarcasm makes it go down easier.

LOVED this post, Amy!

twistavarski said...

Dude, I have tears in my eyes. Really. You know, that whole scene still cracks me up too. It was an absolute hoot. And with great love in my heart, I have to say it would have SUCKED without you! Love you and I'm so glad the mere thought of me makes you smile. (Sorry, had to do it!)

Mark said...

With great love in my heart, how could you forget to mention that you spent every weekend during your training in my apartment? Oh, yes, that's right, it was a traumatic period you'd rather forget. All you wanted was a nice dinner, with chocolate cake if I recall correctly, and that damn waiter instead strolled up and handed me some guy's card--a guy who obviously couldn't have cared less if you were my girlfriend or wife. I know what you are thinking now, and it's a not very nice two-word phrase, which I hope you will discard in favor of something along the lines of, "With great love in my heart." We did have fun though, didn't we, at least until the Benadryl took effect. I miss those days.

twist said...

You know it's a good post when...

This made me laugh (and cry) all day yesterday! I spit coffee out my nose remembering those crazy bars from Whole Foods with the coconut, buttery pecans, and chunks of rich chocolate swimming in gooey caramel; and how after we'd eaten like 8 dozen of them and driven clear across Manhattan because you had to have more...you're all, "Do you think these are good for you?" Uh huh.

In retrospect it seems like questionable judgement that THIS was the first time I'd considered that you were as quirky as you think I am. Not when we'd yell, "Get the HELL outta the way, MotherFucker..we gotta get to Yoga School!" Not when I realized that you packed a blender to go to your brother's. Not when you wouldn't ride the BIG, SCARY train...no, it was the bars - the bars were crazy.
And you know how I love a little crazy.

Amy said...

That just made me laugh so hard, I can't even tell you. It couldn't have come at a better time.
I think I'm going to write a whole post on crazy, maybe today. Cheese bitch was totally normal, so was the way when someone was pouring their heart out with some sad story you would ball your fists up, rock them back and forth by your eyes and pretend to cry. You know what was the most normal thing of all? When Kriota made that girl where the see thru skin suit and drew on her. THAT was straight up normal!

P.S. Wait, those bars weren't good for us?

Amy said...

Oh, and Mark, I did not and will not ever forget about rude gay guy that didn't for one second consider you were with me. Or about that benadryl, cause of the cat, the cat we used to have to hook up to a line and put medicine in, or the fact that you rearranged the furniture every weekend, or any number of our hair brained schemes.
I gotta get up there soon.
LYTB

Brother Chris said...

Contest Question from your prior Post:

Who can explain the origin of Amy's " the winner will receive total consciousness when they die" phrase?

Kathy S. said...

Brother Chris,

See my comment to that post. A classic in this house.

Baby Ruth, anyone?

Brother Chris said...

Great Work by Kathy! The Cinderella Kid -- now here at Augusta :~)