A Sunday with my Oakland sister ... I love these days because she is the world's most heartfelt, intentional and thorough planner of play-days, one of her super powers ... Things come out in her language during these times, like applying the words "super powers" to a human, she's a profound observationalist and I love her language ... Fresh flowers are usually at her dining room table, a long walk in our favorite cemetery that looks like what I image Ireland to be, duck-visits, Judas tree blossoms that every year make me think of Easter and you, Dad ... Tulips photos in spite of the anti-squirrel netting for you Mom ... (Yay and gratitude: an East Coast visit is happening soon!) ... Looking at names on gravestones / even including our German grandfather's last name ... Ethiopian food for pleasure factor and then seeing "The Phantom Thread", my new favorite movie (which deserves a Post of its own ...)
And then the topic of being fully present with each other ... Are we? Were we? Are we inwardly thinking of our eternal to-do lists ... Do check these lists ever go away ... It occurred to me this morning, Sunday is OVER. That perfect day I had with her is over. I think the distinction I'm trying to make is that of course we all know that, but do we feel it ... And can we feel it MORE so that our next attempt at being more present with each other is deeper ... And this nagging question of why don't we let ourselves and really enjoy these days and play? I mean really soak it up and be .... happy. I am incredibly grateful for this time ... And I am Intending here and now, to soak it up more and play more ... Stop holding back. xoox
