1st October, 2018 Monday
Tea is Earled and creamed and honey sweet.
A ruby melon ribbon wrapped the opening edge of dawn. Fall bursts colors and so swiftly dims them.
Two years ago today my Oldest and my SIL married in a Montana mountain field and all the gods and ancestors came to bless them. Relations of all kinds traipsed through tall grass, sat on benches and the bales to watch my Faerie Child and Her Wild Man pledge their troth.
My Mama’s cancer was as yet unknown although I had felt her wane for months. A week later we were told her lungs were where it lurked for sure and shades of other places were whispering. Her time was short.
I birthed my Oldest on My Mama’s 59th. Something fine that her passing at 89 was revealed in the wake of my Oldest’s wedding.
She had nine weeks of loving time with all her best beloveds and partied with us one last time at that Thanksgiving.
And then she did so swiftly fall into that slumber waiting for us all.
I got to her in time to sing her off to sleep. All her favorite lullabies she had sung to me that her Papa had sung to her.
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My Oldest wears my Mama’s braided wedding band as hers.
I love them both, oh yes
I dreamt last night some that I do retain. Several scenes of strange.
I am walking down a sloped back yard not far from swampy waters. Coming up the path at me is a very large green lizard, the size of the small garage she stops aside. She is a dinosaur with teats and swollen belly. And she backs up to the hedge and does expel one, two, three, four, oh I lost the count, a pile of greens slime lizard baby things. She then dissolves into a human lady and trots right past me trailed by her offspring to descend into the swamp.
?Next was that I am to return to the scene of debut party I was trussed up for so long ago in that part of life I left so long ago. I am young, just above a child and dressed way down as the etiquette of cotillion has devolved from gowns and tails to jeans and flip flops. After all, this was the beach club. The room has lost its wall of windowed grace to bricks and mortar and the crowd is dazed not knowing what to do.
Next, I am at a house I do not know with sister who is trailing children not her own. I wake to day and have her say, “Come to Disneyland with us.” I do not want to go. My Youngest is among those in the house and she is in the dream quite small. She would love to do The Disneyland thing. I am reminded that it is a parent’s chore to provide the theme park memory while they are young, but God, I do not want to go. I want to walk the dogs instead and stay at home. Then my Mama does appear and tells me she is going and won’t I go along. I guess I did.
Zoi went down with Oldest and her beloved Corgiette into the big big field and wouldn’t come when they had to leave. She loves to be outside these days. So I went down with a bag of treats and called and she came zooming. Mommy, I’ll do anything for treats.
Ta.
Tea With Me 