Associations; part trois

[osodecanela]

Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

OR

Comment with five things you associate with me, and I'll expound on them in my journal.

donkeygirl06 associates these 5 things with me:

1) Being REALLY alive. Hmmm, well not really being into the whole zombie-thing, what alternative is there?

Seriously, life is truly a banquet, with so much to taste and savour. So many people to get to know, to learn from, to enjoy, is there really any other way to be? I want to dance, celebrate, touch, be touched. I will only pass this way once; if there is stuff to be learned, to give, to share, let me do it now.

2) Friends - Capital 'F', as in Quakers? I'm assuming not, so simply let me say, friends are our chosen family. For queerfolk, how many of us have fallen short of what our biological families had hoped for, or simply what they could accept, either fully or in part. Too many have had to choose between familial acceptance and self-denial or truthful openess and the risk of rejection. Our friends are more often those who have accepted and loved us for who we are, as we are, warts and all so to speak. They are forces that sustain us, and often help us to grow and to trust.

3) Intelligence Oh my, now that's a complement! Intellect attracts me. The brighter the light of wisdom, the more attractive the soul. Honestly! A sharp, logical, witty, and creative mind, gives my left brain a friend and my right brain a woody. (Did I just say that?)

4) Children(i know its a dupl. but it fits you. I love kids. No, I mean it. I really love kids. I get such a charge seeing kids in my practice and seeing how their minds work. How plastic they can be, and how thirsty for life and experiences. It's infectious!

It also really jazzes me, when a kid is in and is just losing it, from say fear and/or stranger anxiety, and I succeed in getting that kid to calm down and 'be here now'. Today the second patient of the afternoon, was a 3 year-old who was SCREAMING, from the moment he arrived at the office. My medical assistant's last words to me as I walked through the door to my peds room was, "Good luck!" After two minutes of temper tantrum, I sent his mother out of the room along with his little sister, and went to work, sitting down at his eye level and talking to him. In another 90 seconds, the siren stopped, followed thereafter by his tears a minute later. Before I was finished, I had been able to examine him from head to toe, had gotten him to listen to his own heart with my stethescope, gotten him to walk around the room to and fro, to check his gait and 'flatfootedness', checked his back for scoliosis and even fielded half a dozen questions from him, though that was the most difficult part of the interaction, as he speaks as though he has marbles in his mouth. Finally, after 10 minutes I sent him to open the door to the room and call for his mama to come back in. She was floored. My medical assistant rolled her eyes and asked, "how the hell do you do that?"

5)dogs (☺)- love 'em. However, I don't have the time to take care of them as they really need. I spend too many hours away from home, and were it not for my husband and his desire for said creatures, I would not be a dog owner. I hear the new PC term is 'pet parent'.
I cherish the unconditional love they are so capable of, but also am clear of the order and guidance they need to be good companions. It's a lot of work.

Now cats on the other hand are another story. I clearly am a 'cat-person'. I melt when a feline I cohabit with decides, 'I need you to pet me and hold me, NOW!" I've had a number of cats over the years that just knew when I was hurting either physically or emotionally and would not leave my side until I calmed down. In the months after my father died, it was not unusal for me to suddenly break down when I was alone. More than once, Lucas jumped into and then stood on my lap, one paw hugging either side of my neck, burrowing his face between my hands and my face and staying that way until the tears stopped and I was in control again. Then he'd get down and either watch me or curl up next to me.

The dogs are my pack; the cat is my familiar.

Comments

[donkeygirl06.livejournal.com]

you are just a beautiful spirit and THAT is what attracts me to you. You said, that our friends are who accept us warts and all, well that is how I think you feel about me, warts and all, all THAT is something I truly CHERISH. You are the family of my heart.