Friday. Marks a week of calls, creative adjustments and new plans for move of “stuff”. I didn’t anticipate those processes being more of a challenge than transporting the family pet across several states and many hours. Chalk it all up to doable challenge I suppose.
Overtime equates to the work week not being over at the close of today. Had the normal 40 hours for this gig been in effect, I would have gotten to leave yesterday at noon. I’ve decided it will be easier to embrace this week into the next two work weeks as a unit of time that won’t be measured in hours but rather in conclusions of tasks. We’ll see if that masks the other ways I would otherwise choose to spend my non-work time.
As the Universe smiles upon me, reminding me to see humor in things large and small, I just opened a “Recognition of Service” thank-you card from my employer. Early February would mark my 17th year of service.
This week also brought about a daily text exchange with someone who’d been out of touch for a number of years. The brief interlude has been fun, past shared experiences recalled, through as few as a handful of words that spark the reason we possibly connected originally.
Day 14 into the month. Places and faces encountered as potential lasts for some time to come. Heightened focus on the conversation, laughter, the choice and taste of the meal, the space, the people wandering from here to there, and the embrace.
I’m fortunate that there will be more times to chat with H before I hit the road.
Daniel, one of the CS3 crew that makes the space the space, was a potential long-term good-bye. So glad he was at our table, offering his usual spirit and attentiveness.
These IN people and spaces are part of me, extensions of my good life.
Spinning tunes, vinyl and CD, desiring to fill quiet.
Will lunch with a friend today before heading to a gathering on her behalf, a birthday celebration. The majority of us joining are part of a book club that has been going strong for over eight years. Not all of us have been involved that long, but with the exception of two, this friend was instrumental in each of us meeting. We have all become friends. I wonder does she know, the gift she has given us. Realized on her birthday.
My heart, broken in 2011 (dramatics aside, pangs and pains most definitely took up residence in my heart), has this day, August 25, 2015 been left in NC with my child. I wasn’t certain I would survive the jagged edges of grief these past few years; Now I wonder at embracing the jagged edges of joy for my child as I forge forward singularly.
Our phone conversation coming to a close, she says “Happy Mother’s Day”. I respond in kind with heartfelt measure. Disconnecting the call, my face crumbles, and there is it. Again. Loss. Grief. Longing. This memory recall within my center. Mom.
She feels it I know. How she is missed. Yet it is important she continues her healing journey toward peace, on that higher plain, joined by the others that are also missed.
I then stand here and will joy and gratitude to return.
And I wish all of my sisters, aunts, nieces, cousins, friends, as mothers or as mothered, here and beyond, a heartfelt Happy Mother’s Day.
My mom and my daughter. Skagit Valley Tulip Festival, 2000
Damyanti Biswas is an author, blogger, animal-lover, spiritualist. Her work is represented by Ed Wilson from the Johnson & Alcock agency. When not pottering about with her plants or her aquariums, you can find her nose deep in a book, or baking up a storm.