Since we’ve just pass the mark where we leave the light days and enter the dark days, it was more than appropriate for Michelle to have us do our practice today with our eyes closed. There is something about diving into a pool and moving with your eyes closed that has this womb like feeling to it. Upside down, eyes closed, I thought about yesterday evening. T was at her conference and the house was quiet, I had taken Loca for a walk around the bayou and had grabbed my hula hoop and taken her for a spin after a summer hiatus. When I came inside I wanted to call my mom. Only I remembered I couldn’t and then I just entered some dark realm of sadness.
I poured a glass of wine and went and sat on the front porch. I stared at the still near full moon. And I tried to put it all in perspective, but even now I’m not sure I have any, what is the perspective of your mother dying?