My amazing father, whose memory now darts in and out of the conversations like a hummingbird, had a saying when he worked for the Federal Government. He spent his whole life after law school nudging the tail of the elephant to do good as a bureaucrat in the Executive Branch. One of his colleagues shared his saying with my sister and me when we became old enough, namely:
“Given a choice between a conspiracy and a fuckup, always choose a fuckup.”
The Dragon is learning to name everything. All day, “Momma, wha dat?” and he points. People and machines mostly, he is not asking about plants or the clouds. He is learning to name because we that is the way our language functions. He is learning to name because he is separating himself as an autonomous human being and giving shape to his personality through language.
In order to name something you are placing a label upon it - a label that can often morph into a box shored up with accompanying stories. This is a glass. A glass is to drink liquid out of us, usually they are fragile.
Eckhart Tolle speaks of the Pain Body and being born with such and how childhood tantrums can be a result of the emotional body of the child growing into its Pain Body. Rudolf Steiner speaks of the 6 year transition as a formative one for children as a time of separation and independence - hallmarked often by rebellion and lashing out.
As with all things, I think these are actually the same things.
I have a sister. Her name is Lydia Slaby because she married her high school sweetheart. I usually call her Chiquita or my daughters name. It all depends on how much sleep I have gotten. She is 2 years, one month, and five days younger than I am. I do not have any memories of my life without her.
I take a sip of warm tea, roll my head three times in each direction to hear the crunching, and roll my shoulders three times backwards ~ feeling my body fall into the comfy couch. Truth is truth and yet, in this world of material doings, it can be lost so quickly into the forgetory… and so here are my reminders - God is in every moment.
I learned a new word yesterday - forgetory.
There is the memory “that lives in the front of your head, right here Momma, near your nose” (she is pointing next to her nose) and the “forgetory - that lives in the back of your head.”