Have Another Look

The wheels go round and round. March 19 it will be 1 year since my mother, Sonia died. What is amazing is our psyches protect us until we are ready, spooning out small doses of poison as we can take it. When my mother died I felt NOTHING. I still have not one good memory of her except watching her bottle feed a lamb at a petting zoo. She never had tenderness towards me (or any of us). It's old news but my psyche is instructing more vantage points and hills to climb. Thank you, readers for receiving me. I worry about being a bore. Life is good which might be why I can have another look.