After my divorce, I left behind a comfort I had relished in childhood in which I fully knew I would be with family for holidays and birthdays and there would be great food. Life changes in unanticipated ways, pain shows up where you think you can avoid it, and celebrations happen anyway. Healing happens, joy returns, holidays are filled with fun, awkwardness, conversations you wish you didn’t have to have, some you are happy to have, and jokes go round, making for laughter, grimacing, and oh no’s, he really didn’t say that or tell that one again.
The anticipation of my trip to Portland and the Bay Area was initially filled with excitement and also felt daunting with concerns of how long my visit would be. I was looking at being with my youngest, Molly, for a week over my birthday and Thanksgiving and then with my eldest, Nina, for another week in the Bay Area. I love my kids but sometimes the amount of time spent in each other company needs attention. And, it is possible that this trip has been designed with too little attention to time. But there is more to know, as the trip is not even halfway through.
My birthday was the day before Thanksgiving, yesterday. I was feeling very happy to be with Molly. Happy not to share the day with a Turkey as it is, about every 7 years. Molly and I seemed to figure out a way to be together without hardly a hint of annoyance and a sense of connection and love. Our talks, shared desire for food, spas, movies and some political conversation were all good. Molly treated us to a morning at the spa with a much needed sauna and foot bath, met my daughter’s boyfriend for lunch and a viewing of Pixar’s Coco where Nina, who works for Pixar, placed a picture of my mother in the end titles where there is a collage of many photos. It was such a gift as if it was orchestrated by my mother from the other side and how appropriate that it is a movie about Dia De Los Muertos. Nina submitted the photo for the movie without any knowledge that the movie was to be released on my birthday. So there I was with my youngest at Coco, seeing a picture of my mom, made by Pixar, the company my eldest works for. Love, love these women in my life. And, well for Lasseter and sexual harassment, that is another blog entry, when I have figured out what the f___ to say.
I feel a relief from not being in Chicago. I am pretty sure my karmic healing there has had its time. That is both good to know and a bit scary as I have no idea where is next.
I have come to an end of an unspoken contract with a very long time, dear friend in Chicago. It was one of those all too familiar experiences where the lag time of what I knew needed to happen and when it happened felt way too long. And the contrast of a warm welcome here in Portland from family and people I barely know feels so good, so healing, really so warming to my soul.
I can feel a lot, and sometimes it takes me a long time to get to why I feel what I do. I have been told a few times now that the debilitating cold I had gotten 2+ weeks ago was about grief and the lingering cough, the same. I feel less grieving now over a friendship lost and more sunshine, but the foggy shroud is still needing time to dissipate. As usual, I want it to all happen faster and once again have to suffer with the fact that I have no control over that.
I am excited and edgy about what is next. Right now, all I know is that I will be in the Chicago area until about April.