I am up with the dark, easing into the day. This is when my condo is most quiet. The only thing I hear are the turkeys cackling down the hill. My panicked state is starting to dissipate. There will be other problems related to my mother, but for now, she is not calling me and I’m letting go of my lifelong need to save her. … Continue reading Accepting the ending.
My mother is in a residential board and care home (still kicking and screaming about it) and I am done clearing out her apartment. It went very smoothly considering the complexity of the task. Yesterday I checked into a luxury hotel with a balcony and view – my reward for ‘mission accomplished.’ Tonight I fly home . . … Continue reading Transition.
Many years ago, when I was living in a yoga ashram, I partnered with one of the long time residents who was going through a divorce. Whenever he got overwrought about what was happening, I would remind him of his training and gently encourage him to use his skills to help ease the anxiety and sadness. What I am discovering is that my ‘loneness’ is … Continue reading The Calming Waters of Quiet.
Thanks for staying with me. Family emergency. Will write more soon. Continue reading I am back.
I watched a documentary on Rachel Carson a few nights ago. One of the things that intrigued me was a close relationship she had with a married woman that started when she was in her late forties and lasted 12 years. This friend was very supportive of Carson’s work when she was writing about the sea, but withdrew her support when Carson took up her … Continue reading Floating to the end.
I am thinking more this morning about “contacts with other people being made from within.” When I was a little girl growing up in the 1950’s, I was taught to be hyper-sensitive about what other people thought of me. My mother shut me up whenever I said anything honest, preferring that I project the image of “a nice girl” in all circumstances. Over the years, … Continue reading Living from the inside.
I don’t like winter here, that’s for sure. Last week I was not able to make it up the big hill to get home because of ice on the road, so I had to stay in a motel downtown. Even though I was safe, and in my own town, I felt uneasy. The next morning there was a big snowstorm. No taxi would go up … Continue reading Friendships among older women.