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No, we don’t. We need to make peace with living in the layers grief and aliveness that this mysterious existence is. I find myself more and more making peace with mystery. Thank you! 💜

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Yes to the mystery. So much yes.

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Love the dialogue within yourself. I shall borrow that technique. Also thank you for the idea of what I could do with all my old stained threadbare undies. Throwing them in the trash or turning them into rags has always felt… not quite right.

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Lots of possibility with old undies!

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I wonder about gray...what does it symbolize? How is it different from black? Or white? For me the gray would be a symbol of the both/and of/with black and white. Then again, maybe I'm tired of gray and want color :)

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For me gray as a color isn't the problem. It's that I was wearing it over my pelvis. I didn't want gray underwear anymore. I didn't want that tone or energy for that part of my body in particular, especially after what the last 10 years in particular have asked of my pelvis. So, it was a way of saying, "I see you. I'm paying attention. I'm not glossing over you."

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I LOVE that

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Fascinated by the ritual of removing gray. I go through cycles of no black/white/gray and then all of it. I'm forever a creature in flux who must thrift to keep up with herself.

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Love the thrifting to keep up with yourself. :)

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I love that you burnt your grey pants! I laughed out loud reading ♥️🙏🏻 I think it was the simplicity and power of it all at once. 💫 It’s also a great story sentence, isn’t it!? I’m gonna burn all the knickers I don’t like!

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