strange coincidence… a trip to the senior prom is all it took. my mom is an exploratory person. i realize that she and i share an interest in perpetual rediscovery – a seemingly unsatiable apetite for creative perception. a desire that leads her (and me) down often "unusual" paths; it leads her into realms of self exploration, which are generally easy to lable and terminally discredit, however, no amount of name calling seems to steer her, as it is, to her credit, part of what so many people are attracted to, about her. the unwillingness to give up when she is beat; cede when she is wrong, cry when she is blue, and be old when her years are plenty.
she told me
-you know… i believe that one day we will develop the ability to communicate without words. we will develop the ability to convey our feelings and thoughts without saying anything… and sometimes, when you don’t say much and people ask me what you’re thinking i just imagine that you’re further along than most of us, and sometimes you don’t realize it but you’re just *thinking* your response to them.
i smiled my response.
sometimes i wonder whether this notion, expressed by anyone else, would have had the same effect. i think it would have solicited the same responce, however there is some credibility she weilds, so powerful that it sounded like.