Here's what Kathie says about recent developments:
Since she left home, I can’t remember a time that I haven’t
been able to write AJ with all that’s going on. It’s definitely weird. Yet, I
sit down and start: “Dear Pooch” and can’t seem to put down another word.
It’s so far out. The vibes are not feeling positive, and yet
they don’t feel negative either. I can’t read them.
Giselle says I should blame it on midlife crisis.
Yipes, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the
beginning instead of the middle. Maybe jotting this down will help it make
sense.
Now, you know AJ’s getting married. Married. Imagine a
daughter of mine wanting to shackle herself for life to another human soul.
I’m not saying Matt’s not a good sort. He strikes me as good to the bone. The aura around him
is a soft greenish-blue, and the vibes ring very true. From the first time we
met, I had the feeling that you get what you see, and he utters no word
other than the truth.
This is a very good thing in a male. They tend to throw up
verbal smoke screens, and lies as thick as fleas on a squirrel. I haven’t met
one who’s in tune with the Earth Mother at all.
Until last weekend, I never thought I would. Then I met
Matt’s ex-boss. Whoa. The aura was such a pale lavender, I thought I was
meeting a woman. But Dr. Jonathan Hale’s no girl. He’s all guy, and yet tells
the truth…
“Call me Jon,” he says on first meeting, and although it
doesn't seem dignified, he makes me want to. His handclasp is willing, firm for
a man his age. My age. His eyes assess without judging, warm without
ogling, welcome without coveting.
He’s very attractive in an Establishment sort of way.
Of course, he’s a Christian of Matt’s stripe. And AJ’s now, she
insists. Such lack of harmony, believing there’s but one God (and they use He,
not She!) and not multiple paths to the Great All.
I remember a conversation the night I met AJ’s fiancé. Funny
how it’s stuck with me. True to form, she and I squabbled. We’ve been doing
this for years, in one form or another.
AJ claims I’m reactionary, but actually she’s stodgy. Lately we’ve seen
plenty of advances in understanding the human spirit. The age of Aquarius was real, why doesn’t
anyone see that but people like me? We could have greened America.
But Matt, Jon, and the way they believe…AJ thinks it’s real.
She claims I’m just into anything that’s up to date, or interesting, or
popular. She says my way lacks stability. No roots in any one place.
I say with different people come different levels of
spiritual attainment. Everything can
work in its place. What works for me
might not necessarily work for someone else. Obviously it hasn’t worked for AJ,
or she wouldn’t embrace this whole Jesus and Pearly Gates ya-ya.
Matt did get me on one thing. He challenged me that with my
way comes the idea there are no absolutes, and no ultimate truth. That one was
a poser. I do believe in
Truth—haven’t I spent close to five decades searching for it? And yet…it seems
like this boss of Matt’s has some acquaintance with Truth.
I want to have nothing more to do with this Jon
Hale. But I’m the bride’s mom—her whole family, actually—and since Dr. Hale
will be hitching my daughter for life to another human being…
I’ve decided to cut him some slack. Even New Agers can wait
and see.
