Monday, March 20, 2017

Never Knowing Who to Cling To

Chicken with Shiitake Mushrooms over Cauliflower Rice 
Again with my dinner on a bed of something soft.  Clearly I have unresolved concerns.  It all boils down to the fact that I still resent being forced out of my mother's womb. If there is a way a soul has memory of their infantile state, I'm here to say I consciously did not want to leave. Period. I was safe, it was always warm and no one bothered me there.  I felt loved.  I was constantly reminded in my youth how I almost killed my mother by being born breech.  I was probably trying to hang on to the sides inherently knowing it was gonna be a rough world.  And it is.

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