I think we're going to be OK
The cut is healing. After Jim was grilled on his prioritization of his heavenly citizenship last week, we went to see Catellan's ALL at the Guggenheim while Mom went to learn from the surgeon the good news.
ALL was a culmination of life work from a wild prankster in art. And it was fitting that we saw that as reprieve from the seriousness of surgery and recovery, and work stresses for both Jim and I with can tear people apart.
Somehow we've found a way to tend to each other. And this weekend we're having quiet time and sleep time and I'm recovering ok from a cold. Somehow I need to attend to Colgate fundraising, and decluttering my home and cubicle, doing my self-appraisal, and eating better...and I want to be a better godfather and how many friends and family will I get to see this holiday season? How many cards to write?
I know I'll see my brother and his girlfriend. That makes me happy. I want to have a clearer desk at home and work. I want clarity.
And so far, I must be grateful, so grateful for my health, the recovering bruised wrist from my bike fall, and this lovely man in my life for now these 7 months. I cannot tell you how warmed my heart grew listening to him talk with my Mom about his love for me. And in some way, Mom holding our hands and praying to God with us, was intense. I care little if my febrile brain went to the question of whether she was asking God for deliverance from our love, or encouraging God's benevolence. What I sensed, clearer than mountaintop sermons, was love. My Mom's love as best she can for me, mine for Jim and Jim's for me. We're all flawed beings searching for meaning and craving safety in our choices about how we love.
For these blessings and these two beings, Mom and Jim, today, I'm grateful.
ALL was a culmination of life work from a wild prankster in art. And it was fitting that we saw that as reprieve from the seriousness of surgery and recovery, and work stresses for both Jim and I with can tear people apart.
Somehow we've found a way to tend to each other. And this weekend we're having quiet time and sleep time and I'm recovering ok from a cold. Somehow I need to attend to Colgate fundraising, and decluttering my home and cubicle, doing my self-appraisal, and eating better...and I want to be a better godfather and how many friends and family will I get to see this holiday season? How many cards to write?
I know I'll see my brother and his girlfriend. That makes me happy. I want to have a clearer desk at home and work. I want clarity.
And so far, I must be grateful, so grateful for my health, the recovering bruised wrist from my bike fall, and this lovely man in my life for now these 7 months. I cannot tell you how warmed my heart grew listening to him talk with my Mom about his love for me. And in some way, Mom holding our hands and praying to God with us, was intense. I care little if my febrile brain went to the question of whether she was asking God for deliverance from our love, or encouraging God's benevolence. What I sensed, clearer than mountaintop sermons, was love. My Mom's love as best she can for me, mine for Jim and Jim's for me. We're all flawed beings searching for meaning and craving safety in our choices about how we love.
For these blessings and these two beings, Mom and Jim, today, I'm grateful.
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