It is a funny thing this blog … it is kind of like a very private journal where I share personal reflections and yet, I allow it to be a post that anyone anywhere can read. It allows anyone anywhere to pass judgement, offer contradiction, show empathy or simply ignore.
Sometimes it is a long time between posts.
Isn’t it peculiar how I can share such personal thoughts and feelings in such a public way? Wonder why I do that? Is it that I feel so threadbare, that I want someone to pull out the needle and thread and with a darning eye, repair the fabric?
When trying to find the sewing kit recently – I was talking to someone about the feelings and reactions to what feels like after two very bizarre years …. They asked me a question.
What is your happy place in your physical and/or head space?
It was a quick response.
Physically it is when I can feel the earth in my hands when I am gardening.
My head space was a different response – it was the emotional, soulful and quite inexplicable other sense/space.
NOTHING, absolutely nothing, can compare to the pure joy of holding a newborn babe in my arms, resting on my chest. The gentle breeze of their breath, the rise and fall of each breath, the gentle beats of their little heart, the flutter of the eyelids and the warmth of the bundle of their being a new person, being in my arms. There is NOTHING ELSE that compares to that sense of love and hope.
So many memories of so many babes in my arms – it grounds me. That is my happy place.
Go well
#allyouneedislove
DC
Sometimes it is a long time between posts.
Isn’t it peculiar how I can share such personal thoughts and feelings in such a public way? Wonder why I do that? Is it that I feel so threadbare, that I want someone to pull out the needle and thread and with a darning eye, repair the fabric?
When trying to find the sewing kit recently – I was talking to someone about the feelings and reactions to what feels like after two very bizarre years …. They asked me a question.
What is your happy place in your physical and/or head space?
It was a quick response.
Physically it is when I can feel the earth in my hands when I am gardening.
My head space was a different response – it was the emotional, soulful and quite inexplicable other sense/space.
NOTHING, absolutely nothing, can compare to the pure joy of holding a newborn babe in my arms, resting on my chest. The gentle breeze of their breath, the rise and fall of each breath, the gentle beats of their little heart, the flutter of the eyelids and the warmth of the bundle of their being a new person, being in my arms. There is NOTHING ELSE that compares to that sense of love and hope.
So many memories of so many babes in my arms – it grounds me. That is my happy place.
Go well
#allyouneedislove
DC
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