tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533384189359298258.post8611014666299166754..comments2024-02-14T16:13:13.361+11:00Comments on Land of Meg: MotherMeghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15392450981955408100noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533384189359298258.post-67984419608149316772008-12-23T06:21:00.000+11:002008-12-23T06:21:00.000+11:00The other day, C's son R was sick. There was mess...The other day, C's son R was sick. There was mess everywhere. I went to the mother-place, where you are all action, no sense. Your brain re-organizes itself into what must be done.<BR/><BR/>I love moments like that - when you become an animal on auto-pilot. No existential crisis. No hemming or hawing. <BR/><BR/>I am Cuba. In the moment of Must.<BR/>xo<BR/>ttealotus77https://www.blogger.com/profile/08843557453463592568noreply@blogger.com