so my mother gave me a gift this last holiday season, and it consisted of a little card she had written, in the handwriting that seems exclusively perfected by the mothering sect of our society, "and for you my son, four lessons with louise in teas and tinctures." now for some reason, i’ve been inspired to hold off calling her until recently but alas i’ve just returned from my first session, and it was in short, very cool.
for some reason that i’ve not sorted out yet, there are times when i have trouble processing "lessons" people want to give me in a timely fashion. for instance, both my parents very often have things they would love to teach me and for some reason, they may actively teach, i may appropriately listen, but still months go by before the impact of that lesson will hit me.
generally i prefer to think of it as a timing issue. at the time when they were giving, i wasn’t ready to hear. now, try and get back to the original thought… my mother somehow got it in her head that without my expressing prior interest, i would be into this. and she is right to think that, and at times it quite nearly becomes frustrating thinking that someone can know me "that well". because it is often people who think they know me "that well" who make the grandest assumptions about me, like the cop, who on a routine stop, was near livid that i did not have any pot, "come on… your birkenstock wearin’, hippy, patchouli, jerry garcia wearin’ ass??" haha i guess the difference is my mother wants to know me. that cop "already does". i think he got every single one in the book… oh wait, he forgot to mention phish.