My first posting on my first blog. Exciting. A woman of many words. I find it odd, when I attempt to write them down, I have few. Patience, please. I promise to grow.
My latest entertainment: Thinking about the idea that when we are separated from our mothers at birth, we spend the rest of our life trying to get back into the womb. Back to source.
We'll try to get the same feeling we had floating inside. I've learned that other people (boyfriends included) aren't very good "stand-ins." Achievements, titles, and the acquisition of things don't do it either. And, sad to say, sex, chanting and meditation fall short...believe me, I've given them all intentional, focused time and effort.
"mmmmmmommie," I cry out as I'm thinking about this in my car. Highway 5. Sunny San Diego (It's raining right now).
In my heart. The sweet, sarcastic voice of Mom comes through, "Oh, lovie...the door is closed and locked." :)
" 'k." I reply as I barrel down the freeway.... I swerve. Miss a car. Get cursed by the driver next to me.
"Oh grow up!" I shout at the driver. Your mom's not letting you in, either, I thought.
Separation Anxiety stinks.
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