Thanks for asking, guys. (((((((((((()))))))))))))))
Mom perked right up after 2 nights in the hosp. with antibiotics and good care. I brought her home this afternoon.
I am feeling a sense of bemused wonder about how deeply grateful I was for two nights without her. I stood in the kitchen this morning, savoring the quiet. Making my tea without having to shout answers to her fusillade of morning questions. I noticed birds, I felt a sense of peace in my body.
Once she was home, installed in her armchair in the living room, I came back to my room. I drifted and dozed, lost all the motivation I'd awoken with. I felt drained.
It's a difficult thing. It's as though I don't know how to be healthy in her presence.
I diminish myself, my hopes and dreams and eagerness for life.
I'm okay, looking forward to church...but feeling a bit sad about what a hermit I've become.
(A friend invited me to go to a late party, I was lolling on my bed with some back pain, said no thanks. I used to love to socialize...)
Anyway, I help lead the service tomorrow and it's about prayer (interesting to have an agnostic worship leader and a kind-of-Buddhist minister do the service!), and I am going to try to be very very present to the message. This minister has a deep grace and in being her partner up there I am going to try to be very present and receptive, because I trust her a lot.
I know I'll be posting happier thoughts tomorrow. I am glad Mom is better. That's the conundrum. I really am happy she's okay.
I just don't know where to "park" those other feelings...the yearning for freedom.
Seriously. It's just weird. I do NOT wish her harm or death. But I long for some freedom.
Square peg? Round hole?
(I'm going for a weekend with my D in 2 weeks and hope that will be fun for us both. I stay with church friends and it's peaceful, and my D and I go out and eat and do movies. If we're in the right mental space together it could be joyful. I am eager to go and she sounds eager for me to come.)
Hops