Thursday, November 19, 2009
Maree first showed up in OGW 10/8/09. In this entry, we learn that Maree’s alienation from her family stems from her being adopted. As Maree’s story evolves, perhaps her birth mother will reappear in her life. Perhaps Maree will find peace with her adopted family. Who knows?
Maree: Everyone thinks I’m Godless, but I’m not. Even I have called myself Godless, have fought with Julia over Jesus (me: he doesn’t exist! You’re stupid!), have told Hannah that nobody in any religion believes God lives in McDonald’s so she better just shut up before the men in white coats come to take her away (Hannah: Boo hoo bawl cry, I’m telling my Mama).
But here’s the truth. I do have a God, a secret Goddess. In my heart, I call her Mom.
I know it’s crazy. I know my real Mom didn’t want me and that’s how I ended up with this crazy Christian band of do-gooders I call my adopted family. But here’s what I do:
I lie down or sit up in lotus position. I put in earplugs and all I can hear is the steady, slowing pulse of my own blood in my ears. I go deep, down into my heart, and there is a door. When I knock, it opens.
Gently, softly, quietly.
Sometimes there is a bed suspended on a porch by the beach (saw that in a magazine), and I lie down on it. She lies next to me.
Sometimes there is a velvet couch in a small room full of gauzy hanging scarves, windchimes and purple pillows. She waits for me there, and I crawl onto her lap.
My favorite is the open room, wooden floors. I take off my shoes, and suddenly I’m dressed in a long, flowing gown of layers and layers of sheer material, and I begin to dance. She joins me. She lifts me up, high above her head. I float, I spin, I fly. She is with me, and when we’ve finished dancing, she applauds me, even though she did all the work.
She is my Goddess. I call her Mom.