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Getting Sensual

January 13, 2021January 13, 2021Leave a comment

Waking up again from the virtual dream world.

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Oh my mamey!

After 36 years, both my mother and I are finally learning my signals. She doesn’t need much space, but she is learning to give me mine, and I am learning to take it shamelessly. As our visit slid by, I slowly melted into her home, her rhythm. I learned again how to snuggle, reading stories to toddlers totally trusting in my arms, watching Netflix curled next to mom on the futon couch, the cat sprawled purring over our two bodies. I realized how tense I had been these last two years, building a life on my own, relaxing into no one. Independence is empowering, until it is restricting. Until strength limits flexibility.

I’m not a perfect guest.

I’m trying out being a writer in NYC😜

I used to hate how much time my mom spent in her garden. Now I get it😌

Learning to pray?

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Oh my mamey!

After 36 years, both my mother and I are finally learning my signals. She doesn’t need much space, but she is learning to give me mine, and I am learning to take it shamelessly. As our visit slid by, I slowly melted into her home, her rhythm. I learned again how to snuggle, reading stories to toddlers totally trusting in my arms, watching Netflix curled next to mom on the futon couch, the cat sprawled purring over our two bodies. I realized how tense I had been these last two years, building a life on my own, relaxing into no one. Independence is empowering, until it is restricting. Until strength limits flexibility.

I’m not a perfect guest.

I’m trying out being a writer in NYC😜

I used to hate how much time my mom spent in her garden. Now I get it😌

Learning to pray?

I love her fiction.

Everything is perfect from such great heights 🌊

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