Shhh! Scribbler at Work

In Spirit

(prompt - 'liar' 17/8/2018)

"Are you SURE you're not my mother? I mean, were you ACTUALLY there when I was born to see who my mother REALLY was?"

"No, I wasn't there... BUT I can promise you I would definitely have noticed if I was giving birth to you!"

I was hard pressed holding back my laughter, but with utmost control simply settled for a broad smile and a loving (virtual) hug of my sister's youngest daughter. She is SO special to me. A daughter I would have chosen, had Life been different. Our bond is an amazing thing - our spirits truly kindred even more than kinship could dream of dictating. Our incredible 'alikeness' in mind, heart and spirit far outweigh our few differences.

A real hug would have been far better than that mental hug, but sadly not possible until some months into the future. Thankfully, our lengthy call was taking place on our landlines - a surprising attitude to most, knowing how totally in love with my computer (in hate too, VERY often) I am. It's somewhat of a conundrum, even to me that I'm not a mobile phone user. I derive great pleasure in learning of research reportedly proving mobile phone usage causes a hot spot in the brain area around the ear, and is believed to be highly detrimental to thought and the thinking process. I prefer to 'take out' my brain cells with the assistance of a bended elbow and a glass of whatever is happening at the time.

I had never really considered the aspect now crowding my thoughts as I think particularly about this phone conversation with my beloved niece. It's the voice thing; being able to hear all the nuances of feeling a voice can communicate. I don't want to 'see' the other person - as in Skype or whatever other distorted type image and delayed speech such wonders can provide. I love the special intimacy of total concentration on the voice alone. I close my eyes and drift with the flow; or pull extraordinary faces if I'm disagreeing/disgusted/amazed/shocked/whatever - all stuff my callers/phonees (?) would know if they could see me. I like it that they don't know what an abysmal liar I can be. I like that... a LOT!

But back with the sweet niece who's one of the special loves of my life, it is strange that my sister has one daughter who resembles her in more ways that you can imagine, and then this one who certainly seems as though she should have been born to me. Bitter-sweet indeed.

Her and I have overcome all questions by coming to the mutual decision that we are both 'old souls' and have had our lives intertwined more than once in the past. Luckily, we both share the fanciful imagining this line of thought requires. And even more luckily, here we are - closely linked and knowing it... again.

And we wonder - when/where will our next time be?