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Excavator: I understand now
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Thursday, May 22, 2008. The concept of differentiation has led me to an understanding of the connection between undifferentiation and narcissism. As I was considering this conceptualization with Sharon she mentioned the possibility that he had suffered some sort of 'narcissistic injury'. I was intrigued enough by the term that I googled it and found a wealth of information. Among the low-lying fruit was this article. As a child, to the extent that I participated in reflecting back only what the narcissis...
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Excavator: Doldrums
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Monday, September 2, 2013. 1 A belt of calms and light baffling winds north of the equator between the northern and southern trade winds in the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans; noted for calm periods when the winds disappear altogether, trapping sail-powered boats for periods of days of weeks. All in a hot and copper sky,. The bloody Sun, at noon,. Right up above the mast did stand,. No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day,. We stuck, no breath no motion;. As idle as a painted ship. You need a ...
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Excavator: Grandmother
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Monday, April 14, 2008. Only recently has it become less of a dreaded ordeal to take Scott with me when I go grocery shopping. I took him about a month ago and he was good company, so I've taken him more since. He likes to ride in the grocery cart and examine the items I place therein. When we got to the cash register the cashier smiled and made a few pleasant comments, the usual. Then he asked, "Your grandson? Nope He's my son.". Are you his grandma? I said, "No, he's my son.". He said, "You're 51. ...
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Excavator: 09/01/2013 - 10/01/2013
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Sunday, September 22, 2013. My counselor suggests this one: Doldrums as Protective Screen. In other words, awful as this period in my life feels, it's a firewall to shield me from something worse. Or, it's like the wall of background radiation from the Big Bang, beyond which humans have been unable to penetrate. It does have a bedrocky feel. Adaptations.) (Not all of us were subservient; some of us warped ourselves in order to defy. Could live comfortably within themselves. According to the theory, m...
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Excavator: Forgiveness
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Monday, November 19, 2012. 8220;…but now, when I think back to all that happened afterward, I get angry. Because she may indeed have felt sorry, but regret is not repentance. And that is what we have not seen in Beulah, repentance that owns its part—. That is, like the Word tells us, at once sorrow and self-knowledge and a changing of the mind. My intentions went awry. Too early to shop at Good Will for the pants I need for work tomorrow, so I retreat to the apartment to write. An Article of Faith, maybe.
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Excavator: Transitions? Closing Time.
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Wednesday, June 4, 2014. My wonderfully intuitive cousin Lori shared one of her posts. With me, marking the transition of her beautiful daughter to a new stage in life. The post included a couple photos of Tessa, conscious of being on a threshold and meeting what comes next with joy. It's wonderful to see the freedom that radiates from her. Lori ended with an invitation to share our own transitions. And a music video for the song by Semisonic, " Closing Time. This may be the last time I stay in the apart...
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Excavator: Revisiting "The Road", or Who IS That Guy?
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008. Revisiting "The Road", or Who IS That Guy? Earlier in this blog I described one aspect of my experience of a book called "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy. It's the story of a man shielding, protecting, and nurturing his son in the aftermath of some sort of holocaust, probably nuclear. What was raising its hand back in November when I read it was the conundrum of choosing/not-choosing. Choice as a dilemma became alive for me. And who are these Guardians at the Thresholds? Is he a ...
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Excavator: 03/01/2013 - 04/01/2013
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Wednesday, March 27, 2013. I so miss blogging, regularly. I miss being able to count on days with blocks of time to fill with my writing and uninterrupted thinking. Even when I was an at-home mom and during the school year could count on, with some exceptions, 5 days a week of about 6 hours' alone time, that time seemed to slip through my fingers. I miss following blogs. I miss my cousins', my friends from far away, the friends I've never met. I miss the thrill of recognition of kindred souls, wh...Diggi...
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Excavator: 02/01/2014 - 03/01/2014
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Wednesday, February 12, 2014. Well-Intentioned Trip to California. So, all of the elements of a very weird trip:. The nightmare getting out of here. The suspense and the checking to see if our plane would be flying at all. The drive to the airport with the trouble beforehand where the car (a Subaru, but with rain. A short trip curtailed further, as well as the reserves the boys and I were in possession of:. Especially since school was closed yesterday. So, it’s like all this cool stuff happened...It seem...
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Excavator: language
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Thursday, June 5, 2008. I'm six, and we just moved to Tempe, Arizona. It's June, with a few weeks left in the school year, so my parents enrolled me in Mrs. Miller's first grade class at Rural School. Language is the medium through which humans interact and participate with one another. It is the means through which we take in what the Other has to offer. It's our means of expression, and our means of receiving. I couldn't understand math, and I often had misunderstandings with people like the story above.
