X a Booooo0

The single serving kind

It’s through the water of life we See. 

The conditions continued from air in the buildings to the minds and the bodies. 

She sat across the table the last time from her old friend. They weren’t friends in a life long way. Their lives had crisscrossed in a fabric stitch, once for a few years, but they had no past or future. She had decided the ‘no’ future at the moment she was in. It was the going joke her friend would be late and she was yet again. It was that moment when the clocked striked 15 as she entertained herself as she waited and waited and waited for her friend. It was going to be the last time so she waited some more, no one across the table.

They were the same age and in truth not much in common. They did have some past and when her friend walked through the door they greeted with a hug and a fill in of their children as they sat across the table from one another. 

The conversation filtered down to how her children that had children now would use the grand babies as a way to get her thought pattern in line. ‘Mom isn’t believing in the Queer enough, she can’t see the babies.’ That sort of thing that was the behavior pattern of a child being a child and not an adult. That sort of thing was the behavior pattern of a religious bigot with unclear intentions.

She sat and listened as her friend described an old school communist struggle session which her daughter had put her through. The price was heavy. As the story went on she realized her friend, sadly, had lost the struggle and her friend had no idea she lost and there is no winning.

The subject changed to their formative years. Her friend was brought up by her single mom that spent money on cigarettes instead of dance lessons like her own mother had gotten. An obvious wound where none should be. A created victim. A woman that didn’t look at her own mother as a person getting by, dealing with the world and all her decisions. And then she wished like a child would do for a different past that wouldn’t be true. A 50 year old woman that wished she had had a different childhood because she didn’t get dance lessons.

She sat across the table from her friend as she listened to how selfish her friends single mother had been, oblivious of her own self ness that was whining.

Truth is expensive in a world made of illusions

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story 

The love between mothers and daughters, Earth and moon, Saturn and her moons…Jupiter and…..there is conditional love, these are our rules to make the future. 

 

I’ll take four minutes. People are incredible. Some people do not admit the skills they have when met. And here we are. 3 minutes. To roll and let’s go into the future, a Gardner we all need.