I ran across a page over at CNN that inspired me. Apparently, Deepak Chopra has…
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Who am I today?
I think it’s time for a report on my progress, but I’m not sure what to report. Everything in my life is shifting and offering me a direction I’m both delighted with and terrified by.
The ancient tales run like nectar from your tongue
I drink you in
Your elixir of joys and sorrows
Places unseen and lovers unmet
I can taste it all upon your breath
I drink you in
a temple dedicated to all the gods
I have a regular Mount Olympus in my mind. All the gods of me are constantly arguing, gambling and wreaking havoc in my tiny temple. I need them to get along and play nicely with each other so I can make some real progress in my life.
That’s where the Game of Thrones comes in. Obvi. Right?
What is lost?
In less than six months I’ve managed to lose one child to death, one child to a long overdue change in custody and one child to my own unreasonable and unhealthy expectations. I’ve found and lost a roommate (though I’m awfully glad he’s gone) and lost two cats; one to life with her boy and his dad and another to…
TW. Seriously, this is not a pretty tale.
My first sexual encounter, age 3.
It’s been an odd week. I just spent the first Saturday at home in over 2 months, between weddings and festival, my summer gets busy fast. I’ve also been working on an exercise for days now and I just can’t seem to complete it. Who knew my parents would be so much trouble?
October is always an emotional month for me. My father’s mother’s birthday fell on October 1st and I loved my grandma, especially since both my sister and I had our birthdays in October, so it made it extra special. Then my sister had her first baby in October too which has always been awesome. This is on top of my delight with cider and donuts and apple picking and bonfires and Hallow-freakin-ween. So this year it’s weird…
I started seeing a counselor in February when I saw B in her car again and realized where this was headed and how powerless I was to stop it. That counselor was like a love struck junior cheerleader who did little but encourage me to talk and cheer me on. Her utter uselessness was recognized by my son, Ben, when he came to a session with me after Faerin passed. I fired her in June.