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<\/a>Tarot: Two of Vessels, Attraction<\/p>\n
A Valentines Day card. Kate, always Kate. Love. Shadow. My sweet girl.<\/p>\n
One brief shining: We sat, the four of us, in a booth, 79, 78, 79, 19, Paul, Tom, me, Ruth, ordering Corn fritters and sweet syrup, Avocado toast, talking, laughing, a fine birthday morning.<\/p>\n
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Oh, to be young and athletic. The condom supply ran out in three days. And Valentines Day thrown in, too.<\/p>\n
I’ve been chemically impotent since 2019, because a lowered T score starves my cancer and my body of a hormone that gives me energy, aids in gaining muscle mass. No wonder I have trouble opening jars.<\/p>\n
That drive, that two of vessels attraction. Desire-fenced out.\u00a0 \u00a0Bit by bit my inner assassin has claimed territory–gardening in fifteen-minute bursts, my male gaze dimmed.<\/p>\n
But not my bitachon. Not my ahava. Not my lev. The assassin can only target flesh. If anything, my friendships have deepened. Spirituality broadened as I’ve grown Tomatoes and Beets in Artemis. As I say the shema.<\/p>\n
Five years this April since Kate died. Five years with no human next to me in bed. No breakfast conversations. A long, but accepted sadness.<\/p>\n
Not living without love. Close, dear friends. Family. Tom, Paul, and me last night. Cassoulet, Scallops, Beef Tenderloin. Ruth and her big bag of candy. Tara singing happy birthday by text.<\/p>\n
Life still lived. While the executioner works.<\/p>\n
Am I less than myself now? Paul carried canned dog food, that ceiling fan downstairs. I feel the concern in Tom’s voice. Yet. Ruth said, “I don’t see you as old; I see you as wise.”<\/p>\n
A body in decline. Standing up to cook. So hard. Trigger fingers lock up over the keyboard.\u00a0 Ageism sees physical decline as mental decline. No. I am not diminished. The assassin cannot have my mind. Challenged by cancer, by sarcopenia. My authentic Self–refined. Ready to learn more about my craft.<\/p>\n
Where I am now: surrounded by friends and family, loved and loving. My sense of purpose clarified by my writing coach, ChatGPT. Eager each day to see how I can revise Ancientrails, polish it. Excited to work on revision #2 of Superior Wolf,<\/em> then Missing<\/em>.<\/p>\n Keep this clanky body working as long as possible. Not finished.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Imbolc and the Moon of Deep Friendship Sunday gratefuls: A Blackbird birthday breakfast with Tom, Paul, Ruth. Evoke 1923. Cr\u00e8me br\u00fbl\u00e9e. Sweet thangs. Rene Good. Alex Pretti. Say their names. Sparks of Joy and Awe: Valentines Day Week Kavannah: Bitachon. Confidence.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0I need to focus on confidence this week. Important decisions for cancer … Continue reading Keep This Clanky Body Working<\/span>