empathy delivery

November 27, 2009 at 3:28 pm 2 comments

Hello friends.

Ready to pretend again?

I know I promised to bring chocolate fondue to our next gathering but my belly is still bulging from pumpkin pie. My mind has instead wandered here to this spot, where we can get massages, and sleep in austere clean rooms, and eat fresh food not prepared by us. Want to join me? Let’s sleep, stretch, and hang out while we share these bits of empathy with each other. Game?

I hereby declare fresh empathy for any and all:

  • that are still full.
  • that made it through the amazing accomplishment of getting a feast onto the table, only to immediately move onto dishes and more dishes.
  • that are ready for a baby but don’t yet have the life that matches their vision of themselves when they actually have a baby.
  • that feel crabby, don’t know why, and are tired of it.
  • that are ready for harmony with their co-parents.
  • that want the job, house, wintertime experience they can so perfectly imagine.
  • that feel excited to see someone near and dear to them but still have to wait a little longer.
  • that love their mom and want to be with her even though they fight.
  • that want to work things out with their ex, but wonder if either of them have changed enough to make it work.
  • that want to sleep, just one morning, until they are actually ready to wake up.
  • that really enjoy their kids and want to hold on to those particularly beautiful moments.
  • that are dealing with overly tired, but ecstatic to be playing with their cousins, children.

Want to add anything? Let me know.

Meanwhile, let’s order another round of guava juice and plan our next move. Should we take a walk on the beach? A dip in the pool? A nap? So hard to choose .

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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Ivy  |  November 27, 2009 at 7:32 pm

    What a perfect place to go we’ve chosen. I’m such a sucker for a good massage! I’m sending empathy to everyone dealing with overly tired, but ecstatic to be playing with their cousins children.

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  • 2. kris  |  November 28, 2009 at 8:19 pm

    ooooohhh yes….get that kink out. oh hi all, still lounging here on the massage table. might…need…to….stay….here….all….day….could someone pass me the guava juice? ohhhh yah. smell that ocean air and what is that blossom fragrance? plumeria? i think so.

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