Being laid up for a week (back at work next week, w good helper) let me do some silly things I havent had time for in years. Silly, like getting caught up on Dexter. I had wondered what was so compelling about it, even feeling weird for liking it. But havent watched the last 2 seasons. Finally did. My realization, through of course via my own clouded, personal lens: it is not what it is about at all. It is really about the relationship between siblings. About knowing someone from the beginning, having that ability to love and understand. To see the deep good, to know where the pain comes from, to stand by. I will always stand by my own, they are the rocks of my life no matter how it goes. Acceptance and understanding. Not always easy but it is one of the purest forms of intimacy, this knowing from the beginning, this first experience of love. I know how good each of my sibs is. Ive the good fortune to know this about my cousins too; something getting lost as our families all disperse and which I worry my kids wont have, but maybe, if we keep making that effort for them. I also wonder, would we all be more loving and tolerant if we had the ability to know each person from the beginning? In the end, I found it a beautiful, metaphoric show. But maybe that is me. I am so trained, by wiring and by education, to think in metaphors.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 04:45:05 +0000
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