Holy Smokes!

Enter The Shadow + a Prompt for You

On the lunar eclipse eve, I got into an argument with my husband and promptly retreated to the bath. The oldest patterns. Resurfaced. Hungry Molly on the loose, on the rampage! What the hell? I didn’t want to write or talk to a friend or resource myself with any way other than heat. I sought steam and being enveloped in the hottest water. Later, after a few hours of zoning out, lying now in cold water, I directed my attention to the point of tension in my chest. It had grown. From broad to tight—like a golf ball, painful. Fine, fine, fine, I’ll follow the sensation. Eye roll. Whatever. Fine. My rebel coming in, reluctant to use her own trusty somatic medicine simply because resistance sometimes feels easier or musters up the illusion of power when you feel powerless.

But THEN…..