{"id":1595,"date":"2017-12-18T04:34:21","date_gmt":"2017-12-18T04:34:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1595"},"modified":"2017-12-18T04:57:22","modified_gmt":"2017-12-18T04:57:22","slug":"what-gives-in-florida-hamlet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1595","title":{"rendered":"What gives in Florida, Hamlet?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5014.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1592\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5014.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"4032\" height=\"3024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5014.jpg 4032w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5014-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5014-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5014-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 4032px) 100vw, 4032px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"m_1873339008947609670gmail-MsoNormal\">Petite mort, as the French call orgasm, is a little death but also an ecstasy.\u00a0 And in ecstasy, experience compresses in a single dose of timelessness.<\/p>\n<p class=\"m_1873339008947609670gmail-MsoNormal\">By that logic, my quick trip to Florida last week was a little ecstasy. \u00a0The past was exceedingly present, pressed onto me as a double being. I&#8217;d been in Florida since my college days when my parents started seeking the sun.\u00a0 I was a daughter there, attending a father in a light-spotched room, dying young; a mother overstated with flowers, then also wilting.\u00a0 Myself as a mother. \u00a0A wealth of significant moments kept appearing.\u00a0 It was like hopscotching the boxes of daughterdom.<\/p>\n<p class=\"m_1873339008947609670gmail-MsoNormal\">Things got stuck in the present.\u00a0\u00a0 Even though my mom and dad have passed away, I was still in daughter role.\u00a0 The referents were gone, but the rituals and roles clung, I kept looking over my shoulder, wondering who, what was there.<\/p>\n<p class=\"m_1873339008947609670gmail-MsoNormal\">When at a loss, go to literary images: Hamlet. \u00a0The classic fellow was haunted with the problem of a repurposed family.\u00a0 I was staying in our old house, with a father not my father, and his wife not my mother.\u00a0 Were all these memories at my shoulder telling me something, serving a sign, some urging for action?\u00a0 Some prescience about the future? Shakespeare, the writer who most understood the roles we play, would understand that I kept slipping out of role.\u00a0 Fractured under the sun.\u00a0 Nothing new.\u00a0 All the world&#8217;s a stage.\u00a0Beyond all that, it was a fab trip!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5088-e1513571045779.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1593\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5088-e1513571045779.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"528\" height=\"396\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5088-e1513571045779.jpg 4032w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5088-e1513571045779-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5088-e1513571045779-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_5088-e1513571045779-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 528px) 100vw, 528px\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_4976-e1513570995349.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1591\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_4976-e1513570995349.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"533\" height=\"710\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_4976-e1513570995349.jpg 1512w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_4976-e1513570995349-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/IMG_4976-e1513570995349-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 533px) 100vw, 533px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Petite mort, as the French call orgasm, is a little death but also an ecstasy.\u00a0 And in ecstasy, experience compresses in a single dose of timelessness. 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