Good Day, God!
I am back home now . . . having been with my daughters . . . and having an Upgraded Appreciation of what Being With means. As I sit here . . . waiting for words to form . . . I realize how much deeper Being With is . . . than words.
And my Mind . . . the SOURCE of WORDs is OFFENDED! But then, my Mind is often reluctant to credit my Body with any intelligence or any degree of knowing. I am so thankful that my Body has not yet retaliated for all this disrespect. My Body, being generous, has simply pointed out that my Mind has never been taught. Hmm.
Actually, I’m not sure I have ever been taught about this DEEP SHARING. Please help me, God. Ah! Being With is like being together in another Realm — a Realm in which our Older, Deeper Selves chat.
Oh Boy! I have never ever even considered that I might HAVE an Older, Deeper Self, God! But, it feels right. It feels GOOD! And it puts me in mind of the discovery of my Tutusaurus Self! This Self appeared while I was waiting to become a Grandmother for the very first time. I was abstracted at work. Unable to focus the way I normally was. Indeed, I was trying to explain this to a friend over lunch when I heard myself say: It is like a have a dinosaur in the basement of my brain who is worried about The Egg. The Egg turned out to be Ian . . . our first grandson.
Here is a drawing our daughter Sandy (The Mother) made of my Tutusaurus — Tutu being Hawaiian for grandma — as she arrives to welcome The Egg.