rebirth

                    My eyes open and my mind maze begins to navigate my consciousness into regions that seem lit up, needing attention.My partner sees my perplexed face and demands to want to help. Sure, if he could enter my brain and ask the talking tom to stop talking and walking all over the place, I could perhaps get a moment to explain the contents of my “process” via speech in order to take him up on his offer to help. There are times, I get the opportunity of mildly composing my thoughts before I give words to them. It leads to a session wherein I start to reveal all that I see and feel, and I see him spacing out, few minutes into the monologue. 😊 I understand, since they are not his memories, he cannot toggle between the snippets I provide, leave alone make sense of it. I am all for encouraging curiosity. Its wonderful to be curious, but to expect sealed answer/results to satisfy the curiosity, enforces a need for urge...

Ever burst into tears looking at a gift someone gave you with eyes dripping with eagerness for a response, and a heart filled with earnest desire to surprise you? From surprise to disappointment the jump is stark, almost in an instant, upon coming in any sort of contact with the item. Sometimes even talking about it can get similar reaction. What is it about gifts that make them sentimental items instead of a thought someone had for you expressed via an item. Why does it feel like the heart is ripped out and shredded into million shreds when the gift turns out to be a disappointment? Be real , follow protocol or worse be sly about it. These are the 3 ways I figure the situation is managed. Being real would mean waterworks , anger, disappointment spelled out in choice words. Following protocol means thanking the person who gifted the disappointment, telling them it is something you have always wanted, and you are so grateful that they “surprised” you with it. Obviously aft...