I miss my old life – the dull, companionable drone of marriage and the analgesia of motherhood, my chattering, once ever-present younger children and their ever-present needs.
More relevant, I should have said, was whether Mother and I could be together without my chattering on about whatever occurred to me, in order to distract her from herself.
"Did you know that when I got there, Mrs. P had my name at my desk waiting for me and we have our own bathroom right across the hallway and you get two choices for snack each day and we're even going to learn to count to 100 this year and... .. My chatter-er was back!
When I am cold, my teeth chatter and my muscles shiver.
I got up and posted myself by the door, and, my teeth chattering, raised my fist in the salute I had learned at meetings in Valencia and Madrid.
When depression flares up again and I sense a coldness that I cannot warm and I feel myself shivering and shaking inside with my teeth chattering and my skin pebbling, almost certainly I will still think that it should not be this way.
When I sit in silent meditation, opening my mind and myself to the holy presence of God, my extraneous chatter and self-effacing thoughts (which the Greeks call the logismoi) subside leaving room for that likeness of God to come in to my core.
I come to appreciate how yoga, particularly yin, calms my mind chatter.
I'll start talking loudly, in a chatty way, so the person outside will know I'm not having sex or taking drugs, and I'll simultaneously flush the toilet, which Michael won't hear because of my effusive chatter.
