PHOTO BY PATRICIA
Alone with myself, but not lonely. That is the magic of locating my core once again after last week’s separation from it.
A life of searing loneliness healed over time when feeling safe here on the land and in the meadow.
In childhood with repeated, terrifying traumas that went unprocessed, my body stayed on alert, finding everyday events life-threatening.
When real threats occur, it becomes unbearable and sleep issues return. My email was hacked last week, and the thief racked up hundreds of dollars on my account on Amazon.
Along with that the origin family added my name to an email about a dead attacker’s grandsons. They are planning a get-together. Do you really think my inclusion would be any benefit, that my sharing would offer anything positive about their grandfather?
The three remaining brothers want a clan even if needing to pull in those they never met or connected with. None met the grandsons nor had any connection with Chet who died a few years ago. Adding me to the email was insensitive, wounding me, especially when sensing their annoyance for requiring my name be removed from any further correspondence.
After upping my dose of anti-depressant with a smaller increase than before which caused shakiness and nausea, sleep improves. With adequate sleep my body calms allowing me back in my soul where comfort and answers can be found, and the meadow provides healing once again.