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Mom! / Biodynamic Urban Farmer / Naturopathic Doctor / Anthroposophist / Mystic / Avid Reader / Writer Extraordinaire / In Pursuit of Moral, Physical, and Intellectual Excellence.
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MIL funeral in Journal
Went well, mostly. My parents did show even though I asked them not to. They sat in the middle of the small church even though they said they’d sit or stand in the back. They went to the burial e...
The quiet desperation in Journal
Of middle age… I would consider middle age to be mid 40s to perhaps mid 60s. MIL died at just turned 61. I remember 3 years ago now, we were on vacation together. FIL said to MIL as they were re...
Happy Thanksgivging in Journal
and, it is. The holidays have always and forever, been a colossal let down for me. For some reason, I would be infected with the joy/love/noel spirit and have high hopes for the season. I would ...
Lol, I'm Blocked in Journal
and I think that’s great. There is no success unless you piss off evil people. Much like Hillary Clinton sowing FUD about Crypto… yes. The very best endorsement that I could ever have hoped for....
In Your Experience, in Journal
Have you EVER been able to turn an aggressive, defensive, personally attacking and projecting person around in conversation? What worked? Is it entirely hopeless? As always, I ask myself, why am ...
Rittenhouse Acquitted in Journal
As I scroll, I find that some people are celebrating joyously and some people are wishing death and destruction upon others. Idk. I’d rather hang out with people who are celebrating than angry a...
Jesus, mom. in Journal
So mom emailed me and told me about a dream. “Back in April I dreamt that you were pregnant. You were very pregnant in my dream. It was a windy day and you came over and we talked. The dream was...
is being her normal weird self. She sent several very aloof texts; “hey, how are you?” and “send pics when you can”, and then went full pathetic all of a sudden, “Please come for Thanksgiving din...
I feel Invigorated in Journal
Like. Really good. Really really good. It’s so odd to think that the very same thing which gave me so much anxiety and fear is now exhilarating- that which I felt a profound shame, I feel free e...
asked me if there was any way to continue to see her sister who believes in corporal punishment when my friend does not. Well, the answer is of course no, if my friend wants to be consistent. B...
I haven't Slept in Journal
Well for the past week and a half. W has been waking up 3 to 5 times a night. Mostly clustered 1 to 5am. I. Am. So. Tired. My brain feels foggy. Because of that, I don’t really remember how it ...
I had a Very Scary in Journal
Dream last night, but I’ve already dissected it so I’m afraid that I won’t include it in my dream journal, here. Unless I happen upon some free time, which is unlikely. Still have the rest of ch7...
I had another in Journal
Breakthrough, today. They seem to be coming fast and furious, now. I feel like a new person after each one. And I’ve remade myself so many countless times that it seems surreal when I read my ow...
Shackles and Bad Coffee in Journal
Sums up my first experience of MOPS. I showed up and the oppression of small talk began. No one asked an interesting question. No one wanted to reveal any fact or facet of themselves that might r...
I have Questions in Journal
that I would love to ask. I’d love to ask anybody. I think asking the real questions is what allows us to really know one another. But, particularly parents. I have questions that I would love...
I Tried Very Hard to in A Childhood Lost
Ignore my brother as soon as I discovered that I had a choice. For my entire life, I have carried the guilt, shame, and embarrassment of how I was to my brother when we were little. I still carr...
Mom in A Childhood Lost
I’ve started to realize that I guard my vulnerability closely. Even now, after so much work and opening up and trying so hard to connect with that vulnerability. It is distant. Aloof. When I thi...
Unlovable or Just in A Childhood Lost
unloved? I have thought to myself in the past, why must I always spurn and reject the love offered to me? Which is, at once tragic and hopelessly nihilistic. I took the blame, always, for being...
Life, in General in Journal
is great. But first, the complaints. I have poison ivy and it’s itchy and stingy as fuck. My mind is often confused as to what I want to do, what I am doing, and why any of it is happening. I wo...
somewhere odd. It was a place that seemed somehow timeless, and I knew that I was dreaming. I don’t think that makes the dream any less meaningful, though. Perhaps moreso. I am often aware that I...
A Part of me Asks in A Childhood Lost
Why am I not loved? At one time another part would respond that I am not worth loving. No one loves me, and that is proof enough. Another, or the same, part might then suggest that my parents “l...
What did you play? in A Childhood Lost
Kids make up stories in their imaginative play about what they experience. It might be de-personalized (actually I think it almost always is) and roles reversed, or maybe not. It is concerning to...
Vampires, maybe? in Dreams
I was in a room that was dark and smallish. It contained several sets of tables and chairs, and seemed to be a box made entirely of dark, oil stained wood. It was an oppressive place. Silently, ...
Being a superhero in Dreams
In this dream, I was a kid and my name was Velventina. This was distinctly my name, although i have never heard it before in my life. I was the middle child, between a younger sister and an olde...
Don't know what it Means in Dreams
From what I remember of the dream, I think that I became pregnant again, and I was with DH and our son, and a newborn. LOL We were out and about- for reasons unknown to me- walking around a town ...
