Lots of fear dreams
random houses, people on drugs, not feeling safe, trying to heal
I wonder about effortless and that place of being. That somehow we have forgotten the ‘art of our being’. How much we love playing, how we Know and believe it will all be okay
i confess to having moments of doubt so severe they debilitate. My whole body is crying out to soften, I say this eating banana and drinking hot chocolate. Somehow behaving like a child allows me to soften, fold in on myself and let any tears come
I had a blanket as a child. I remember it was a particular safety blanket. It had knots in it as i’d snuggled it from all sorts of angles; getting my hands and fingers into the square holes of the muslin and mungoing it up. It went everywhere,…mainly places up my nose and my dad would joke about other places as well 😉
snuggly came on all trips….all supermarket excursions and shopping trips.
Snuggly 2 came after snuggly one was left in a service station somewhere In France. I’ve never quite forgotten this. How we werent allowed to go back, or we’d have missed the ferry
I often wonder about rush
About whether my parents knew just how much that blanket meant to me. It could have been a person we had left, it was a person we had left. It mattered that much to me
Unconditional Love
That place, that no matter what it will always be with you
It will always smell like you or at least a part of you and that part regulates a rythym, it steadies a nerve, it reminds you something is there for you. Something constant and beautiful in a way of change
That you do and don’t want to lose
xx
