Peeking out

My therapist wins the Most Patient Therapist Award. Hands down. Week after week after week, she listens to me babble, mostly about the same little area of my life. She is very gracious about this, and … well … patient. Every now and then, when I leave her a sliver of an opening, she asks me a question. Her questions tend to be very good ones; I think this is because she knows it might be weeks until she has another opportunity, so she has to make the most of the moment, the nanosecond I allow for input. Then, when her efforts bear fruit, when a lightbulb goes off over my head, when my self goes “Ohhhhhhh!!!!!” it’s usually a rather delayed reaction that occurs an hour or two after I have left her office, bopping off through the Village toward the M15 and home. So there she is, having waited for the opening, asking an extremely pertinent and jaw-dropping question, and she doesn’t know that, even though I will probably return next week and go on babbling incessantly about this one small area of my existence, she has indeed facilitated some real growth and progress. Sigh. It’s a good thing she gets a check; oh yeah, and she is exceedingly generous in charging me less than she does some (most?) of her other clients who are probably far less excruciatingly dense and get stuff way faster than I do.

Aunt Flo decided to come this morning, so I have limited my interaction with my fellow human beans to leaving a few notes here and there. However, my son is awake, and he and I have to actually venture out into the day and Play Well with Others, so I’ll tap in some whitters and get going. Have a good New Year’s Eve Eve.

Subway reflection

There are no leaves left
so bare
exposed
seeming dead
only asleep
so slowly the light stays longer
a few moments added
to each day

Still
the sky is dark
too early
too soon
eyes smarting
head seeking a place
to lay me down
life simmers hidden
from view

A specific redemption

Chemistry
it installs connections
physical receptors to
stimuli
buttons and strings
to push and pull
reversing Pinnocchio’s progress
making of a soul
a marionette

One by one
not without agony
more anguish than should ever be
the controls fall away
and Geppetto had a son
because it is the open hand
love’s pure and patient truth
toward which the spirit
moves of its own accord
inexorably

Forward reverie

Sliding
slipping languid into
the hollows of my hunger
passion’s tender thunder rolls over my flesh
through my body’s fiery core

Trembling in mounting response
toward total union
away into glorious near separation
to see the soft sparks in your eyes
as rose meets rose
in love’s unbridled and absolute

Exhilaration
embodiment of all the promises
never made between us
whispers roaring in the foam
of ocean meeting shore

Adding a quizzle just found at Woman of many hats’ place:

You are Peace.

You are at peace with your self and the world
around you. You have balance in your life and
exude tranquility from every pore of your body.
People are constantly asking you “what is
your secret?”

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