Corrective Exercise tonight:

Looking up to where the rope begins, up, up. up there, beyond where I can SEE-

There’s no one there holding the rope.

No one there.

No Mother 4 Me

There’s a person there, just not a person For me.

So, on a helicopter, there’s the me, the lost me, now gathering strength, saying- (Tee.. having you in mind), My Darling, I am here For you.

Let go of the idea, let go of the dream, the fantasy.

Let go of what you wish she was

Accept that she wasn’t.

Nothing personal, it was nothing personal- not a reflection of me.

Mother Stanger.

Always has been.

No Mother 4 Me.

I wish I could calm the tic in my left shoulder right now. It has a life of its own.

Mother Yolande (her original name), Goodbye. May you rest in peace. I know you are dying, will be dying soon.

I let you go. I let go of Fantasy. Amen. May you rest in peace, in the world After this one.

You didn’t mean to hurt me- outside the times you did.

Goodbye, Mother, Ima-

I would have done.. I did all I could do for this Stanger-mother you.

But you’d never know.

A Stranger. Disconnect.. on your part, stranger.

I will connect where I can, to people who will reciprocate.. even if it’s just a bit.

Anita