For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. –Hosea 8:7
Over the last 6 months or so I’ve been distancing myself from my dysfunctional parents; visiting less, calling less, and generally letting them take up less space in my life.
It’s done wonders for my mental health!
It’s also been very challenging despite the support of my friends and therapist. They’ve grown old and vulnerable; their memories aren’t what they used to be. I’ve spoken to my dad about a few of the incidents I’ve mentioned on here and he swears he doesn’t remember them.
How do I get closure in that case? I don’t that’s how.
I’m not a religious person*, but the phrase I quoted at the beginning of the post has been a lifeline for me. It reminds me that I am not the one who caused this dysfunctional situation. I’m not a bad daughter; I’m just protecting my health the best I can.
When I came across this plaque and statue at the Chicago Botanic Garden yesterday, it was a wonderful moment of serendipity.
I happily present: The Sower Alcove
Added bonus: nudity
I was obsessed with his outstretched hand, as you’ll see (it’s just a coincidence that his hand is pretty much in line with his penis, I swear)
*I was raised Catholic, but I have always been an Atheist in my heart. I bear no ill will toward those who believe (unless they are using those beliefs to abuse, oppress, or otherwise harm others), I just don’t.
maggiemorphosis 
Your thoughts, words, photos, analyses, honesty– beautiful. The way you watch your Self moving through its life; challenging and encouraging it, coaching it, laughing at but always, always Loving it.
We love *you* for that example.
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Aww, shucks, this is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I’ll treasure this comment, Mark, thank you.
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