I didn’t want to get out of bed. but I’m the boss and the worker. So calling in sick was not an option.
It turned out to be a bountiful morning of new friends.
Jessica and Mitch and Carol of the soft voice: “Can I get you a cup of tea? I just don’t want you to be cold out here. The Power of Good, sure is a great thing, I hope it takes over.”
Cathleen. a pleasant looking woman close to my age pulls her black beret over her ears as she reads the sign. “Do you mind if I take a picture? I love this. It’s yours, your project? How did it start, can you explain?.”
I tell her about I.B.O.W., my fertility work and how I’m applying the O.V.UM., idea to the peace efforts. And she gets it. She does. For one person to “get” you and celebrate the birth of your creation, that makes for a good day.
Isn’t this fierce longing for a child also a wish to be, for once, unconditionally received by another?
What is the one thing you would want someone to “get” about you?