Holiday Update
There was much to-do concerning my not being in South Florida for Christmas!
"Is she angry?", then a dramatic gasp, "Is she PREGnant?!" My brothers cringed and became nauseated at this prospect; the thought of their eternal 'little sister' in a state of womanhood beyond puberty was too much for their denying psyches. "Don't SAY things like that Anishka!" My younger brother scolded. My sister-in-law, eleven years my junior and the mother of four biologicals and one stepson, simply shook her head. I assured everyone on speaker phone I was neither irritated nor...fertilized. I simply wanted to be alone with my thoughts and participate in my own plans for the holidays. I promised to spend New Year's with them if they just let me have Christmas to myself.
I took Puppy to a trusted friend and attended Nativity Mass with another friend in Westchester. I had this ironic train of thought while we drove from the city into Westchester concerning all the ghost stories (especially the witch tales) of the area. We originally wanted to attend St. Catherine but changed our plans and I could not help but draw a parallel from one oppressed and tortured woman toward others. Her, the daughter of an important man in Alexandria, Egypt and my namesake offered their own connection for my travelling companion. "But I am named for the incarnation of a GODDESS; my name is a theophorism-" "I know, I know! But aren't saints modern-day gods and goddesses?" His sacrilege aside, I understood his analogy; it was drawn by those who practice Houdu and Santeria. I always held to the theory that the polytheistic deities of early civilizations were simply various incarnations of THE ONE GOD. But no need to get philosophical...I wondered about those who simply went their own way and were labeled outsiders and finally...WITCHES. I said a silent prayer for their souls as we hung out awaiting our reservations and the rest of our party at Aquario.
The change in climate had my head stuffy for the first day at the house in Parkland. There was plenty enough to warrant my family's insistence that I celebrate with them: my sister's company has gone international (although she has worked in the Caribbean, Britain and Canada, she now has a HQ facility in Edinburgh, Scotland); the impending arrival of Genesis my younger sister's first son; and my youngest brother's Law School graduation. I 'did the tour' with my brothers, sisters, sister-in-laws, as well as a few cousins and friends. Life can be like a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations if you close your eyes to anything but what is in front of you...and that is what I did in Florida as I rung in the New Year with kith and kin. Reality struck again as I listened to the voicemails on my cell (no doubt left while I was traveling)and found an odd one left by my mother. "I just was viewing one of those early morning shows that is produced in NYC...Why is the Christmas tree still up in the square?!", my mother asked in mock shock. Then she began with the questions about my love life and the accusations of spinsterdom. The weather outside might be a bit frightful but freedom from 'The Princess Tower' of familial responsiblities sure is DELIGHTFUL! Since Mommie so hates the cold...let it snow, let it snow, LET IT SNOW!
As a self-professed mommie's-girl, I am not knocking my mother...well not her personally...just some of her ways. They're a bit oppressive...and when repeated...torturous. Kisses, M.~
"Is she angry?", then a dramatic gasp, "Is she PREGnant?!" My brothers cringed and became nauseated at this prospect; the thought of their eternal 'little sister' in a state of womanhood beyond puberty was too much for their denying psyches. "Don't SAY things like that Anishka!" My younger brother scolded. My sister-in-law, eleven years my junior and the mother of four biologicals and one stepson, simply shook her head. I assured everyone on speaker phone I was neither irritated nor...fertilized. I simply wanted to be alone with my thoughts and participate in my own plans for the holidays. I promised to spend New Year's with them if they just let me have Christmas to myself.
I took Puppy to a trusted friend and attended Nativity Mass with another friend in Westchester. I had this ironic train of thought while we drove from the city into Westchester concerning all the ghost stories (especially the witch tales) of the area. We originally wanted to attend St. Catherine but changed our plans and I could not help but draw a parallel from one oppressed and tortured woman toward others. Her, the daughter of an important man in Alexandria, Egypt and my namesake offered their own connection for my travelling companion. "But I am named for the incarnation of a GODDESS; my name is a theophorism-" "I know, I know! But aren't saints modern-day gods and goddesses?" His sacrilege aside, I understood his analogy; it was drawn by those who practice Houdu and Santeria. I always held to the theory that the polytheistic deities of early civilizations were simply various incarnations of THE ONE GOD. But no need to get philosophical...I wondered about those who simply went their own way and were labeled outsiders and finally...WITCHES. I said a silent prayer for their souls as we hung out awaiting our reservations and the rest of our party at Aquario.
The change in climate had my head stuffy for the first day at the house in Parkland. There was plenty enough to warrant my family's insistence that I celebrate with them: my sister's company has gone international (although she has worked in the Caribbean, Britain and Canada, she now has a HQ facility in Edinburgh, Scotland); the impending arrival of Genesis my younger sister's first son; and my youngest brother's Law School graduation. I 'did the tour' with my brothers, sisters, sister-in-laws, as well as a few cousins and friends. Life can be like a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations if you close your eyes to anything but what is in front of you...and that is what I did in Florida as I rung in the New Year with kith and kin. Reality struck again as I listened to the voicemails on my cell (no doubt left while I was traveling)and found an odd one left by my mother. "I just was viewing one of those early morning shows that is produced in NYC...Why is the Christmas tree still up in the square?!", my mother asked in mock shock. Then she began with the questions about my love life and the accusations of spinsterdom. The weather outside might be a bit frightful but freedom from 'The Princess Tower' of familial responsiblities sure is DELIGHTFUL! Since Mommie so hates the cold...let it snow, let it snow, LET IT SNOW!
As a self-professed mommie's-girl, I am not knocking my mother...well not her personally...just some of her ways. They're a bit oppressive...and when repeated...torturous. Kisses, M.~
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