lost in translation

Well. Quiet Thanksgiving, in a way, just the four of us. And the pathology of our dynamics in transition right now. So much uncertainty, so many identity shifts: for mh and I, for my daughter and her boyfriend.

And my neck spasm, a week old now, the likes of which I haven't had since my father died. If I revisit that process, it was all about getting grounded again in the face of cataclysmic change. Ok, it fits. The dream work (that solved it last time) is just now getting to the "finding a place to live" chaos. This is progress.

Finding a place to live, in me, in my root energy, since we are going to have to go. Now that I know how dead mh finds it here and how desperate he is to head west.

So there's the husband thing, and my school thing, and the business changing, and my daughter feeling stalled, and her boyfriend in abject frozen confusion, about to be homeless. How this all translates into the opportunity to leap is a mystery to me.