Thursday, September 17, 2009

My dad visited

He had a business meeting in Burlington, MA, so he came over to Peterborough after work was all done.

He was quite taken by the colony, and yet also said something that made me feel so much better: "You know, I gotta say that as I was driving up the hill, I was starting to feel a little creepy."

The isolation, the woods. The part of MacDowell that can be a challenge. He saw it immediately and he understood it, and it just made me feel so okay about my own struggles with that.

There are two people in the world who have this primal affect: my father and my mother. They have the ability to make me immediately feel better just by validating my feelings with a single sentence.

It is the power of blood.

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