Just a short note after a long, full day to say that this chapter is absolutely right on time.
Support is flooding in from all sides.
My dear friends Coffee and Violet today, over Ye’s sushi, prompted me to map out a sane plan for my midlife crisis and radical departure. It’s a plan with a good safety net instead of the no-plan plan that had me waking up mornings thinking, “ARE YOU CRAZY???”
I called my mom and told her about our plan for a controlled midlife radical departure. “Those are some friends you have,” she said, in awe.
“I know, Mom. I know. You would love them.”
“I already do,” she said.
People are sending me poems that stop me in my tracks.
Bill has given me a big, warm, cyberhug.
Carla, in spite of reeling from the loss of her long-time animal companion Elliott and facing divorce from her best friend and husband, still managed to reach out to me, speak to my heart.
My friend Katryn accepted my offer of a bit of help this week. Finally I get to be on the giving end! That feels awesome. She is always so THERE for me.
My friend Sylvain has helped me more than he will ever know. My dear friend Mary has come back into my life. We are both at a crossroads in our respective journeys. Oh, and tomorrow, after one false start, is my monthly session with my Jungian analyst, Anna.
I could go on and on.
What an amazing shower of gifts and love and caring is raining down on me as I enter week three of Finding Water (Uncovering a Sense of Support).
7 responses so far ↓
leah // March 5, 2007 at 9:28 am |
ok, i have to say that i love the name of your plan!! :-) awesome. may the support keep raining down on you! (((hugs)))
Mo // March 5, 2007 at 11:51 am |
I can’t wait to hear how it goes with Anna today :) I know you’ve been looking forward to it for a LONG time.
Wrong // March 5, 2007 at 12:28 pm |
I feel like I’m back in Brooklyn. No, wait that was yesterday and yesterday’s gone. You can take the Brooklyn out of the intinerary but you can’t take the intinerant out of the Brooklyn. Know what I mean?
Gwendolyn // March 5, 2007 at 1:02 pm |
I must find this book. Plan A on my way home tonight. I’ve been trying your idea’s and I have had some strange reorg-relink going on myself.
Last night I dreamt that there was some kind of plant life, moldy and lush and penitrating that started growing all over everything.
Everybody I think I have known from my past and present were there.
There was marble architecture that was being consumed under all this growth in the way ivy eats the bricks it grows on and it was getting all over everything it came in contact with.
People were leaving and throwing things out. There was a pile of sturdy plastic containers that were broken and tossed on the corner for the garbage men. I thought about trying to get any good ones in my car but they wouldnt fit. Among some of it was old radios my ex was throwing out and his cousin Jonny was there helping him.
My friend cherryl was somewhere in the picture and a guy I just met the night before who I really enjoyed talking too.
I was aprehensive. Trying to find a plan…not really flipping out but wanting somewhere to go that was safe knowing it was eventually going to take over the world.
My mother was on the phone and she had stood too long in contact with this growing thing. It got all over her hands and mittened them. I picked up scissors from the table where she had been making scrap art and I was going to cut her fingers apart, but I was afraid that the green stuff becomes part of you and she would feel the pain. My father was standing there also though I don’t remember what he said to me.
Then I was walking away and I watched a women place her hand in the ocean and around her fingers the green began to form and spread into the water and pulled her in. She turned into a mermaid or maybe I should say she deformed into a mermaid because I still didnt feel in my heart any peace with this and as I saw her flip in the water with her webbed feet, I woke up.
Kelly // March 5, 2007 at 11:49 pm |
WOW!!!!
Annie // March 6, 2007 at 7:46 am |
Remember how you said, sometime back, that you were on the verge of some big changes. Any change process leaves one a little off balance, doesn’t it.
Kelly // March 6, 2007 at 9:50 am |
Yeah, and I wish my analyst understood as well as you do. You’re a gem, Annie. K