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April 15, 2013

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Flannista

Up and packing for MouseLand. Doing an afternoon storytelling workshop and then another one in the morning. Had to revamp it because the first time I did this parTICular workshop for TRM's company, HR had some concern that "men (yes, MEN) don't want to make themselves so vulnerable" with writing exercises such as: "I remember the moment . . ." [participants are asked to complete that sentence and then continue writing for five minutes].

I will continue to keep fury under control.

treesta

Flann, I think that spending four hours beating the sh*t out of dead briar bush is the PERFECT way to vent your fury and duke it out with God. Besides, that yard will be the envy of Sassistasland East when you're done!

treesta

And yes, dear friend, I get it. When I need to duke it out with God, I usually a) clean the house top to bottom whether it needs it or not, b) clean out the bookrooms at school (you think the briar bush was a pain!), or c) walk until I can't walk anymore. You are a soulmate of Jacob. Part of the depth of your relationship with God is your willingness to go 10 full rounds with her.

treesta

The word in the codey thingy was 'his'. Hah. Shaking my head.

Flannista

Thanks, treesta.

I'm at the airport. Made it through TSA without getting into trouble. I'm thinking that perhaps I should have named this post "Duking it Out with God" or something. I love being a soulmate of Jacob. Pretty awesome company. One of the things I love about the Old Testament (and New Testament, for that matter) is that it is filled with stories about schlubs/rebels like me.

Flannista

Given that I most often think of God as "she", perhaps the title, "Mother's Garden" does work.

treesta

Safe travels, Flann. I hope your workshops go well and you enjoy them.

Flannista

treesta: I've seen the book rooms at your school. You're right, my briar patch was nothing.

Sassley

You are so very dear, Flann. We understand your fury and are grateful someone can feel it and express it for us--we will catch up to you eventually. For now, though, I wanted you to know the byproduct of your productive fury has blessed my mom (and me) with a release of no small amount of anxiety over that wonderful but neglected garden. We love you and hope to one day thank you for this amazing gift.

Flannista

A few tears can dissipate fury rather quickly.

I love you, too, Sassley.

Matissta

Don't worry Sassley, we'll whip that garden back into shape. It may take a while but we'll do it. It's our gift to you and your mother.

Flann commented to me yesterday that she now understood how I felt. Going through my mother's items takes a lot of time. And you can work hours on cleaning out an area, and then it looks like you haven't done anything. But yesterday, I finally began to see progress.

I had help from friends this weekend, who have gone through the same thing so they knew how to approach it. But I think that's the key, to do it with others. It helps to have the support.

PEACEsista

My heart and my love are with Sassley, her mom and with their dear and tender-hearted friend, Flann.

PEACEsista

Matiss, you have hit on the key for going through LIFE:

"But I think that's the key, to do it with others. It helps to have the support."

Love to you as you tackle your own "briar bushes."

Flannista

Waiting for my workshop to start.

Sista C

Hope you get a good crowd, Flann.

PEACEsista

It's snowing here ... again! This storm is supposed to dump even more snow than the 14 inches from last one. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for the moisture, but also really ready to trade my snow shovel in for gardening tools.

The dirt in my flower garden was mighty parched, and the soil was like dust when I cleaned it out a couple weeks ago. It is taking a deep, deep drink of this moisture. I can almost hear the earth sigh ... Ahhhh ... while the shovelers groan a little.

Good luck, Flann. Let us know how it goes.

frida

All this work of love...

PEACEsista

Oh, my God ... Boston. I am heartsick. Why? Why this? Why now.

Praying ... praying ... don't know what else to do.

Flannista

I was told about Boston when my workshop ended.

I'm numb. The numbness before fury.

But praying, too. Why? Why? Why?

Sista C

What kind of world will our children inherit?

Flannista

I'm sitting here in my hotel room glued to the TV. I am both horrified and grateful for my beloveds.

Sassley

Matissta...I noticed right away, all the little piles that my mom meant to pick up (and I meant to pick up after realizing it was too much for her) were gone. What a weight lifted. Thinkin about you up there. So glad you have help from a good friend for portions of that overwhelming job. You are missed!

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