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! 💜
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.
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 :)
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."
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.
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!
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! 💜
Yes to the mystery. So much yes.
In complete agreement.
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.
Lots of possibility with old undies!
This!
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 :)
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."
I LOVE that
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.
Love the thrifting to keep up with yourself. :)
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!