It was a short and very sweet visit with my Eternal Friend, accompanied by the animated presence of Java the Mutt.
I'm so very grateful we're living close to transit, so that I can see her more often.
What was really important for me about our visit, was that she understands my current flux of emotions.
She moved to Guatemala from our hometown, then back again. It was with this life experience that she was able to tell me I'm right on track.
The tremendous anger I felt by coming home to hearing about bullies, abundant violence and criminal activity was just a typical state of beginning to detach from something I love.
We actually all do it a lot in our lives. For example, when we know we're leaving a job, we start finding everything we hate about it, so that it's easier to leave.
The other area I'm on track with, is the pull of family and friends.
I'm feeling extremely needy about the fact that I'm leaving people I love.
My mother and I have had a terribly tumultuous relationship since she became a single mother. We've struggled right into this past year when I felt the sting of not being included in a family dinner.
I was about 10 when she was tossed into a laborious life with 2 broken children, weakened by the split of an emotionally sick family, and no support from a deadbeat dad.
The lawyer she hired to fight him told her, "You'll spend way too much money trying to get anything out of this guy. You'd be better off using that money to support your children. You'll never get any support from him. He's a deadbeat."
And so the walk on our path began.
Here we are, two adults doing our very best to be friends, because we both realize how much we love one another, regardless of the differences and difficulties we have.
Yesterday, I showed her my exercise regime, because there's a gym in her new condo.
I instructed her to lie on her back, so I could teach her how to initiate her core muscles.
There was this woman that had the same body as me, albeit a little softer with an extra layer.
Here was this woman who had the same eyes as me.
Here was this woman who I immediately felt a connection with and found instant forgiveness for anything she put me through.
In that moment, I was forced to remember that I put her through a lot as well.
Imagine living with a child who kept trying to kill herself? I honestly can't picture myself in her position.
Yet I put her through this, not to mention, the horrendous mood swings that came for a child ruled by an eating disorder and chemical imbalance, further exacerbated when drugs and alcohol were introduced into her blood stream and mind.
Regardless, there she was lying beneath me, as I squeezed her lax muscles and showed her how to hold them tight.
It put her in a place of trusting her child.
I, above her.
It didn't matter that Mr. Homophobia was standing right behind us. He can't allow my Mother to be alone with anyone, as he needs to control everything my Mother does.
However, yesterday she was all mine, regardless of the black cloud that loomed above us.
I connected with my Mother.
I'm connecting with the spirit of my Great Grandmother.
I'm connecting with family and friends, while at the same time, I feel I'm repelling my city.
My Eternal Friend tells me I'm right on track and that these high and low emotions I'm feeling are typical.
And this, is the journey.
i am loving and accepting of myself for who i am becoming