Came with the house. Diamonds is on the other side of the room. Our landlord is a hunter.
Lucy stares at me from my corner on the couch. Comforting in a morbid sort of way.
There’s a decorated carcass in the room.
So many directions to run with this idea……..the things in life we need to let go of but refuse to ……… the masks we wear…..the addictions we have “under control”……..etc….etc…etc….
Get’s me wondering how many decorated carcasses are showing up at holiday parties across the globe.
“Honey, please put a different tie/dress on your carcass so it blends in better, Uncle Frank will be there, you know how he gets.”
No matter how you cut it or slice it and pare life down to a minimum, there’s a carcass in the room.
I’ve got my own this year. I have one gift a piece for each of my 4 children. Had to use my credit card so I can pay rent. I can’t shake the fucking carcass of Holiday’s past, even though I have changed, my beliefs have changed, and my children have changed.
They are so excited to be here, all TOGETHER. Here for each other and for us. My 2 oldest live an hour from us and they asked to spend the night X-mas eve.
Excited to meet Jase’s girls for the first time. Our first blended family Christmas. All 9 of us.
News flash Mare, they don’t give a rip about gifts or that you didn’t bake cookies.
Let go of the carcass. Put both feet in the present. Show up as your vulnerable authentic self. Lucy is there reminding you to be free…………