Take care, and so sorry to hear about Nacho.

Situation with mom – hard.

We love moms.

Human relationships – tricky!

I am saying this with my head nodding, we are all in the same boat as mothers and daughters smile. Meant supportively.

Just read, “You’re wearing THAT?” by Deborah Tannen – about mother and daughter communication. Love Tannen in general. Enjoyed book. My own mom’s and my style is less “typical” than some… so it was less frequently represented in the book but it was there.

I love my mom.

Sometimes I have to say things like, “Mom, no… I am NOT going to try the sinus water up your nose thing… you have suggested this three different ways and I am NOT going to get impatient!”

But of course, I do. (Get impatient. I am NOT going to try the sinus thing! And why did she suggest this the day after a beloved friend did? I am NOT having sinus problems. Right now. They are!)

Well, I guess that sounded typical but many interactions aren’t.

Really!

)

Trying to help each other…

damn, is that possible?

I am laughing bec. my mom, sister, beloved female relatives and daughter sure as hell don’t seem to be interested in my

ALWAYS RIGHT ADVICE!

I mean, i am FAMOUS for my intuition, insight, and wisdom!

With friends, anyway.

And maybe my heavy-handed style, too. )

Those beloved females I’m related to blood by legal ties… somehow… they think I am just a know-it-all…

Sigh,

I guess I am soemtimes.

EXCEPT I’M RIGHT!

)

Intimacy… Sunday I suddenly I realized that a beloved female relative and I define intimacy DIFFERENTLY.

Hmmm… big problem!

I know, acc to many principles, psych, Michael or otherwise, it is possible to “agree” on what intimacy is. Perhaps there is indeed only one “true” sort.

But lived experience tells me no… there is intimacy of my living with my housemate ten years… know housemate so well on so many levels… in ways people who don’t live with housemate probably don’t… but also don’t know h.m. in ways h.m.’s intimates do.

Intimacy with my cat. Ah! intimacy with my cat!

Good!

With my daughter.
With my paramours (past but remembered fondly!)
With my parents.
With beloved female relatives.
With friends.
With cranky self.

Ah! Last! Hardest!

Oh, Karen… I hope I am not being pain in the ass responding.

I send support.

To you.

To your mom.

To moms and daughters.

To me at my job when I don’t choose to assert myself.

To me when I do it badly and all goes awry so that I think, “Well, I ain’t trying that again.”

Ah… life…

and hey, can I add… there is a strange “mother matrix” going on tonight for me because had big “mom” discussion with my daughter (about momness) and then hear news of a mom’s suicide and now your blog.

what is this attention to the mom?

the mother of all intimacy…

may we love the mom in us.

And mercury is retrograde.

And mercury is retrograde.

And why are both people we share things with and underwear called intimates?

yes, yes, I know

But I remain

cynzim

Mmmmmm……The Heart speaks – FEEL the Power!