Happy Sunday, bbs. My dad has been asking me what is happening for Thanksgiving since before Halloween. I feel like it's obvious that we're going to eat turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy somewhere. Maybe at my messy house or at the Amish buffet down in Logan, Ohio where he likes to go. I don't know, last year I took everyone including my ex to a fancy Italian restaurant just to prove everything is cool. I am so cool with life. Insert laughter.
Thanks for the tip on Merton, I will investigate further. He lived just down I-71 in KY.
Thanksgiving is sacred.
Pardon me, but the turkey chomped all my homework as I walked him to school so I have detention now.
And excuse me for going off-topic, but your observation of your mother brings up the focus on my mother I've been immersed in since rubbing up on my ancestors during Samhain. I so regret not talking more with her before she lost recognition of me. Why didn't I ask her more questions about her as a girl, as a woman? During our guided meditation I went back to her, in her, thus...into her mother, and into the preceding mother, and crawling back through the matrilineal ascent thousands of generations, the march of mothers, all the way back to the primal mother, the goddess. That's where Mom is now.
Whatever it is, we are all the same.
Some people can be “right here” in their words and you are one. Needed this so much.
xo
Thanks for the tip on Merton, I will investigate further. He lived just down I-71 in KY.
Thanksgiving is sacred.
Pardon me, but the turkey chomped all my homework as I walked him to school so I have detention now.
And excuse me for going off-topic, but your observation of your mother brings up the focus on my mother I've been immersed in since rubbing up on my ancestors during Samhain. I so regret not talking more with her before she lost recognition of me. Why didn't I ask her more questions about her as a girl, as a woman? During our guided meditation I went back to her, in her, thus...into her mother, and into the preceding mother, and crawling back through the matrilineal ascent thousands of generations, the march of mothers, all the way back to the primal mother, the goddess. That's where Mom is now.