September 17, 2003
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Chapter One (cont.) – begins 9/8
My father wrote a letter to the relatives out west on the day after I was born. He wrote about visiting my mother’s hospital room several hours after the birth: “She was conscious but very weak and she wanted me just to sit and hold her hand and talk to her. She didn’t want to talk herself and would only whisper a few things. I asked her if she had seen the baby and she said no and that she didn’t want to…I wish you could have seen the way Inez battled. When she was having her pains between times she would cuss out Andy and the doctors and she never backed down an inch.”
So I was born, and our roles would never change — my father, the invalid; my mother, the warrior; and myself, the uninvited guest.
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The first season is a brush with innocence. One finishes the year behind the sickle and beyond the step of god.
End of Chapter One
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Deep Thought: It’s easy to sit there and say you’d like to have more money. And I guess that’s what I like about it. It’s easy. Just sitting there, rocking back and forth, wanting that money.
Comments (6)
“So I was born, and our roles would never change — my father, the invalid; my mother, the warrior; and myself, the uninvited guest.”
Interesting how life roles can get established at birth and never change–or never improve.
–Scott
Indeed, and how we absorb the roles our parents played into a combo that we integrate into our own journies.
imprinting is powerful had we known and undstood, would we have been more careful?
Who’s depicted in the drawing?
The drawing was done by me in my first few years on the planet. Interestingly, I think it shows a little extravert, though I developed into just the opposite.
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