when i got up the temperature thingy that Nurse Cindy gave me said 8 degrees OutSide and 44 In.
in 2 and a half hours and burning all the wood left InSide the house, we have progressed to 15 degrees Out with SUN coming strong and 61 InSide. I have paced back and forth. The torn pics are doing their work.
When my kids were young, Frida was my heroine. So this would probably be very telling about the Mother i was for them. I know i also wounded them. Not at all in the same way as my own mother, but i am sure i did, if you were to ask them, if they were able to articulate experience as Wound. But i also very fiercely and exhuberantly loved them. They could also say this. But i was a little Wild. Maybe a lot…, not really sure, but some degree of Wild. I remember my daughter staring at me with accusing eyes and my saying to her "Wolves bite their pups".
So am beginning this day looking at Colors and Shapes and Frida Kahlo. Coming to terms. and wanting to finish those windows because i feel a Cloth coming on.





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