Thank you, Shiloh. I’m curious, why a pink thread? Last Friday, 1.26.2024, I had a potent EMDR session processing unresolved grief with my mother-in-law’s passing. She was one of my best friends and had a stroke on 1.26.2018. She was taken off life support on Friday, 2.2.2018. Johanna’s (Joke, Dutch name) passing was unexpected and utterly painful. I was in my last semester of grad school and determined to keep my 4.0 gpa. I was counseling in 2 programs and had my last clinical supervision class at university. I didn’t want to appear impaired so I kept my shit together. I thought I was doing my best, grieving authenticity, processing the waves of grief. I wasn’t. On 8.17.2010, my dad died and I processed his death beautifully. I was with him for 2 weeks in his hospice room, walking him home. I grieved his passing fully and made a lot of healthy changes as a result.
With Joke’s passing, my health, athleticism, fitness, and rigor have been deteriorating. It’s been a subtle form of self-punishment, self-harm. I don’t like writing these words but it’s true and I needed to tell you. I needed to tell someone other than my therapist and Colin how I’ve been suffering. And I don’t want to anymore.
I want to feel again and create for myself a life that is healthy, athletic, fully expressed and enlivened in my body, sexy, strong, flirtatious, vivacious, alluring… all the feminine energies Joke and I shared. Joke would fit in beautifully with Cosmic Cowgirls. I’ve got sensuality and pleasure going, and hints of the energies above nudging me along. This is why I’m in Temple.
At the end of my EMDR session in the light stream meditation, my helaing color was pink. A cascade of shades of pink and hot pink, magenta, and soothing rose.
I’ve been wanting to get a pink shawl to wear and some pink accessories to remind me of these energies and qualities I’m missing in myself that are part of nourishing my vitality. That’s why I asked about the pink thread. It’s medicine I need. I’m crying. I need a big fucking cry. The last time I had a good cry was at the canvas a couple years ago. I need to allow myself this, to meet mySelf again and allow grief to flow.
I love you! And appreciate all this!! Brightest blessings, Anna 💖🙏🏼🪷
I received this gifting in the morning hours (CEST) and it was equally beautiful ... opening and singing to the portals of the rising sun. I receive your pink thread stitching and stitch with a violet one right alongside. Much love
Thank you, Shiloh. I’m curious, why a pink thread? Last Friday, 1.26.2024, I had a potent EMDR session processing unresolved grief with my mother-in-law’s passing. She was one of my best friends and had a stroke on 1.26.2018. She was taken off life support on Friday, 2.2.2018. Johanna’s (Joke, Dutch name) passing was unexpected and utterly painful. I was in my last semester of grad school and determined to keep my 4.0 gpa. I was counseling in 2 programs and had my last clinical supervision class at university. I didn’t want to appear impaired so I kept my shit together. I thought I was doing my best, grieving authenticity, processing the waves of grief. I wasn’t. On 8.17.2010, my dad died and I processed his death beautifully. I was with him for 2 weeks in his hospice room, walking him home. I grieved his passing fully and made a lot of healthy changes as a result.
With Joke’s passing, my health, athleticism, fitness, and rigor have been deteriorating. It’s been a subtle form of self-punishment, self-harm. I don’t like writing these words but it’s true and I needed to tell you. I needed to tell someone other than my therapist and Colin how I’ve been suffering. And I don’t want to anymore.
I want to feel again and create for myself a life that is healthy, athletic, fully expressed and enlivened in my body, sexy, strong, flirtatious, vivacious, alluring… all the feminine energies Joke and I shared. Joke would fit in beautifully with Cosmic Cowgirls. I’ve got sensuality and pleasure going, and hints of the energies above nudging me along. This is why I’m in Temple.
At the end of my EMDR session in the light stream meditation, my helaing color was pink. A cascade of shades of pink and hot pink, magenta, and soothing rose.
I’ve been wanting to get a pink shawl to wear and some pink accessories to remind me of these energies and qualities I’m missing in myself that are part of nourishing my vitality. That’s why I asked about the pink thread. It’s medicine I need. I’m crying. I need a big fucking cry. The last time I had a good cry was at the canvas a couple years ago. I need to allow myself this, to meet mySelf again and allow grief to flow.
I love you! And appreciate all this!! Brightest blessings, Anna 💖🙏🏼🪷
🙏🏻♥️🙏🏻♥️🙏🏻
Thank you for speaking to this ... into the sacredness of our container. Blessings.
I received this gifting in the morning hours (CEST) and it was equally beautiful ... opening and singing to the portals of the rising sun. I receive your pink thread stitching and stitch with a violet one right alongside. Much love
and i will bring indigo and orange, and we have the beginnings of an incredible tapestry.....!