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trust

January 24th, 2017
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prayers for us all

fitting new faith on top of my old Continue reading “trust” »

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respect for change

January 17th, 2017
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it’s about respect

I’ve been looking at the red book for Adult Children of Alcoholics. It’s a handbook put together by young adults who grew up with similar home situations as mine. Continue reading “respect for change” »

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not disintegrating

January 10th, 2017
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learning not to cause the fights isn’t easy

“You can’t keep pain in your body,” my friend observed about me, after I described my part in a family drama a few years ago.  I didn’t understand at the time, but now I see a real need for changing my behavior. Continue reading “not disintegrating” »

it is what it is

January 3rd, 2017
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we are the same

For ten years, Lindy has resided in her current longterm care facility without receiving a card or a visitor.  It took a few hours to drive up from the Bay Area, enough time to remember our girlhood friendship and consider she’s been locked up forty-nine years.   I came up with nothing new. Continue reading “it is what it is” »

my old friend

December 27th, 2016

154334676I wrote my first manuscript for Lindy, my best friend from junior high school.  Lindy was placed in a mental institution in 1968, and still lives in one.  California made her a ward of the state, and she moves wherever the state wants her, not always notifying family.  Authorities considered her release to some type of halfway house fifteen years ago, but it didn’t happen. Continue reading “my old friend” »

what is coming?

December 6th, 2016
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birds in flight

William Butler Yeats wrote The Second Coming in 1919 in the aftermath of World War I . Continue reading “what is coming?” »

comforting branches

November 22nd, 2016
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eucalyptus heaven

I felt at home in every inch of a twenty-foot eucalyptus bending over the gully bottom behind our house.  Too high to jump, I hugged that tree like family, scooting along limbs, petrified of making one deadly mistake that might break my neck.  I crawl-walked monkey style, maneuvering my arms and legs around the gnarled cross branch up to my safest nest, carrying my dolls in my teeth, like a wild orphan, looking down at my friend like a giant. Continue reading “comforting branches” »

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drunk man’s daughter

November 8th, 2016
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I dove and never wanted to come up

When I was twelve, my father blacked out at the nearby Strawberry recreation pool and slipped on its deck, split his elbow open, blood everywhere.  I don’t know how he made it home.  The next morning, he sat outside on our patio, remorseful and bloated, with a huge white gauze bandage around his punctured elbow. Continue reading “drunk man’s daughter” »

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moon gazing

November 1st, 2016
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beautiful moon

The first time I really gazed at the moon was when I lived a hippie life in an Southern Oregon cabin on Coleman Creek.  My friends and I rented a little red house with woodstove and outhouse in the middle of the woods. Continue reading “moon gazing” »

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dog love

October 25th, 2016
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adoring affection

My chihuahua looks at me with such much adoration that it makes me wonder what did I do to deserve such love.  I’m not the greatest master, not bad, but not one who spends endless hours petting and hugging him. We sit on the couch at night, and he unblinkingly stares at me as if I determine when the sun sets and the moon rises.  I am the center of his universe.

This little guy is my most loyal friend in the world.  He waits and adores, how to respond?  He’s thrilled when I deem him worthy of attention, and he smiles with joy. He’s a little cutie pie.  Other dogs have loved me, and I love them, but Frosty/Cubby stands alone with his loving gazes.  My husband and I have two names for him.

Frosty licks, though, and it’s a problem because I don’t like to be flick-licked.  He can’t help it, even when I tell him “no.”  He’s compulsive.  He’s desperate for my approval, and wants all of my attention.  He doesn’t seem embarrassed by his neediness.  He doesn’t seem to care where it came from, either.

I’m compulsive too. I annoy my friends and family.  I don’t lick like Frosty does, thank God, but I get on their nerves when I’m feeling needy.  I don’t need to know why I feel needy, just recognize the feeling and not judge it when it arises.

I want to not be embarrassed.  I want to try having some patience with neediness as part of my character.

I bet my Chihuahua doesn’t know how much he has taught me to better identify my feelings and not be ashamed.

 

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