Have you ever been to one of those dinner parties where you go around the table and everyone has to tell who they would like to meet- like an
author- dead or alive, or a famous person, etc?
I am always both drawn in, and have an aversion to this activity.
I don't want to disrupt the energies of the universe; I have too many memories of watching Michael J. Fox in "Back to the Future" where
it all went very badly when he traveled in time.
My time traveling fantasy is that I could be a voyeuer, and to gently peek
in to the past and future lives of the people that mean the most to me.
I would love to see my husband when he was 3, playing in the yard, my daughters when they're my age, my mom when she was in college, and
my ancestors breaking bread together in the old country.
As I began to think about writing this blog post, I asked Stuart, my husband, how he would time travel. He has big huge sci-fi interplanetary and traveling to new galaxy images in his head. In gendered terms this
is not such a surprise, and in terms of our marriage, not surprising either.
In this case, though, our archetypical selves came out to play. Stuart, the hero, can imagine himself going "to infinity
and beyond" ala Buzz Lightyear, and my "caregiver" self, wants to check in on my peeps, both backwards and forwards in time. However, where we meet, is that we both LOVE the idea of time travel and we are both archetypical
I was at a party over the holiday weekend and all of the women were sitting in one room, all of them men out on the
porch, all of the little girls wearing dress up clothes, and all of the boys making guns out of whatever they could find.
What I gleaned from sitting with the women at the party, and my thoughts on time travel, and linking the two together, is that I am inextricably wired to be in relationship, to create spaces with other women so that we can share
our experiences together.
How about you?
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