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October 18, 2010

It began at 6 am this morning
coming out of a dream about revisiting the home of my first love and his family.  Everything feeling out of sorts and wrong.

Jeb wakes with a sore throat and stuffy nose.  No school, and it’s on.
Homeopathic cold and flu tablets.  Get the thermometer.  Coffee.  Call the school.

Begin text messaging fellow DJs to fill in for my afternoon radio show.  I lean on the two men I can count on in a jam.  They both reply before 8am and one agrees to host my show.

Ginger turmeric tea with honey for Jeb.  Work.  Post office, then pharmacy.  $50 in supplements. 
Back home a load of laundry.  More juice for Jeb.  He sleeps, I work.  New sheets on the beds.  Dishes in the sink.  Soup (Ok, from a can).  Bath with epsom salt and eucalyptus.

Jeb has taken a vow of silence though he writes “I dont no wai I cant toc mom.” When I ask if it’s because his throat hurts he shakes his head ‘no’.

I have told him about how I went to the healing circle a few nights ago (Oct 16 post, if you’re referencing).  How the man hugged me and my heart felt love.  Now Jeb wants to keep reenacting it.  Tonight in sign language he directs me to come to him and hug him.  He makes words with his mouth with no sound.  He remembers the details I described and he makes his motions match exactly.  He wants to be the one to give me the hug and have me fall back in surrender to the healing.

 

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October 13, 2010

It was just me and my neti pot today.

Came down with some sort of head cold last night and have been flushing the nasal passages all day.

I gave my boy a late lunch of pad thai noodle take-out but by now dinner is looking like some beef jerky, a pickle and a glass of milk.  I ponder the fact that I’m blogging here but not making a decent meal for my son.  I made a commitment to post one daily chronicle for 40 days.  Come hell or highly stuffed noses, I’m writing once a day.

Jeb is ready for bed and now I’m going to go curl up with Louise Hay.

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October 12, 2010

Jeb’s art is now exploring what I’ve come to term “The Nude Series”.  Yes, sketched characters are now more anatomically accurate (not to mention, exclusively male).

As an artist myself, I encourage him to express himself freely.  But I’ve had to differentiate between what can be drawn in his journals at home and what he can create at school.

Look closely and you’ll see that today in art class the muse overtook him.  However, it appears as though censure prevailed in the shape of an eraser, leaving only a faded remnant in this abridged example.

He says he removed the appendage of his own accord, not because the teacher asked him to.

Part of me is happy that he honored my request to keep the nudes at home.  And part of me grieves to think that the editor – that bane of creativity – has already infiltrated my 6 year old’s world.

I mean, I gotta ask the burning question…what would da Vinci’s mom do?