There was a time…
When a lollipop really did make the hurt go away
After the shot at the doctor’s
Sweet, cherry goodness soothed my tears
Sadness-saliva mixed with sticky sugary-sweet licks
Heartfelt draws between sobs quieted the fray
As tongue and closed lips suckled the hard sucked-down nib
Playing with the stick, biting off the final flavored bits
A forever-imprint of the equation: sugar=comfort
Makes me long for lollipops to this very day
But it is really my mother that I crave
It is really her love and solace that I want
But all the lollies in the world won’t bring that to me
It is mine to give me now.
Life On The Skinny Branches 
Mothers, I did not see that coming at all. I don’t want to cry.
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Sorry to have struck a heart string…
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Don’t be sorry. It keeps me in tune.
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Yes, and Jungian analyst and author Marion Woodman launched an entire career on this premise. Food=matter=mater=mother. Her work on conscious femininity has been pivotal in many lives. Interesting take, yours. Good write.
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I must seek her out. Now!
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She is Wonderful. Her book Conscious Femininity is probably the first you ‘should’ read. I interviewed her before she died, fyi: http://belajohnson.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/01-Marion-Woodman-10_02.m4a
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Awesome. I listened to your other interviews you sent and really enjoyed them.
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Great. 🙂 I was so psyched to talk w/Marion, a longtime interest of mine during my Jungian/depth psych college studies. She died shortly after our interview, as I recall.
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