Some crap happened over the weekend. I feel emotionally bruised and battered, experiencing the other's pain as well as my own. Oh empathy. I admit I got swept away in it, my own anger and hurt, and it is taking me longer to shake it. To be honest, I don't think I am trying that hard. I am learning to lean into these rough patches as a flower does to the sun, stretching to grow. Yet I am only human, and sometimes I want to sulk.
So here I am, in one of my favorite places, having my tea medicine and sitting with myself and my thoughts, a wonderful and scary thing to do, sulking. I am thankful my babies have allowed for it this morning, taking naps at the same time. For now
"Do Not Disturb: Emotional Cleansing in Process"