Having a quiet night at home with my family. The Vampire Child has already retreated to her room. Schmoop worked the day shift so he's home and we got to eat dinner together. With our different schedules, that is pretty rare. Im not feeling particularly celebratory or overtly Pagany, but being mindful of the day. The veil is thin today and thinking of beloveds who have gone before me. Wistful, and slightly sad, missing Nana, and Bonnie and Astrid and Elaine and so many others. The world is such a beautiful place, so much love here, but occasionally a shadow passes by and I remember those who used to be here. .
What is remembered, lives.
Thinking of another friend dancing the Spiral in SF for the first time
and remembering how huge that felt, so significant, to be in that
whirling circle, meeting other dancers' eyes and feeling connected to
something bigger that just the body I live in. Im a little envious, but
I'll be there again, just not today.
Thinking of my kiddo. She just celebrated her 26th birthday. She's all grown up. I swear it was just yesterday she was that little girl all pissed off at the Easter Bunny. She grew into an amazing woman. You'd be impressed. I know I am. She's still on the other side of the country. Part of me absolutely wishes she was here. I wish we could talk more often and hang out and just be women together. She's so strong and I admire her so much. I try not to be selfish though. As much as I want her closer, it's more important that she live her life by her rules. She knows she has love waiting to cushion her landing here if and when she returns.
Thinking of my parents, so far away. I think they're content, for the most part, where they are. I know Mom gets lonely and I wish I could hang out with her too. My mom rocks. Seriously. I miss going to Yesterday's books with her and then to lunch where we would read our books and munch and chat. I went to a used bookstore today, Mom. Added 50 bucks in credit to my already sizable balance by turning in 3 bags filled with books. I know...impressive, right? (mom knows it's hard for me to re-home books) My dad, I think, is likely much happier in AlabamaImNotFromThere than he was here. I think it suits him. He's found a church, he's found friends, and he has purpose.
Thinking of friends and their struggles and joys. Thinking of family balancing life and responsibility. Thinking about the bigger picture and the intimate snapshots of our daily lives.
Sending love out into the world for all of us, whichever side of the veil we may be on. Blessed be.
