If I say nothing else to struggling kindred spirits today, let it be: we are not helpless and we are not alone. Thanks, Mesa, for saying it back to me and so many others. It is the message that we need--light in dark, anxious times. 💚✨
This reminds me so much of the book "The Rabbit Listened" which my husband and I became acquainted with because our daughter's therapist is a gentle soul and needed a soft way to get the message across. 😏 At a time where I feel like I have a whole lot to say (read SCREAM), I have also found the same thing as Piglet. The greatest thing I can offer is to listen, to sit with, to be in community. Thank you for the reminder that that is not nothing. 💗
Mesa, I REALLY needed this today. Piglet’s example of just bearing witness instead of leaping in with a fix-it list spared me from leaping in with my own. I feel this wild desire to channel my adrenaline, but now I see I can go back to being thoughtful. Thank you! 💕
Mesa, this piece holds so much weight, and I feel every bit of it. The overwhelm, the fear, the sheer exhaustion of it all. And yet, I wonder—have you ever asked that anxiety how old it is?
The intensity, the way it grips and won’t let go, the way it spirals—this feels like more than just a reaction to the present moment. It feels like a survival instinct, like the flight-freeze trauma response kicking in hard. And when that happens, it’s often because something much older, much deeper is being activated.
If you sit with it, if you get quiet and ask: How old are you? When did you first learn that the world wasn’t safe?—what comes up?
Sometimes, when we can name the original wound, the present stops feeling so impossible to bear. Sending you so much love. 🩵
Oh I know exactly how old it is- 44. 🩵🩵 Thank you my friend. It’s a protective mechanism to be sure. And one that gets exploited often when I don’t reach out or write it out. I appreciate the prompt to think about it in this age related way 😍😍😍
Aren't you 44? Don't rush. I thought something like that too. Yet when I got really still I found below the noise and rubbish a very differently aged version.
If I say nothing else to struggling kindred spirits today, let it be: we are not helpless and we are not alone. Thanks, Mesa, for saying it back to me and so many others. It is the message that we need--light in dark, anxious times. 💚✨
Thank you friend <3 Xoxo
This reminds me so much of the book "The Rabbit Listened" which my husband and I became acquainted with because our daughter's therapist is a gentle soul and needed a soft way to get the message across. 😏 At a time where I feel like I have a whole lot to say (read SCREAM), I have also found the same thing as Piglet. The greatest thing I can offer is to listen, to sit with, to be in community. Thank you for the reminder that that is not nothing. 💗
Oh Jess, it is so very much not nothing 🩵🩵 Thanks for being here 🩵🩵
Not having to feel it alone. That's the key.
Yes!! That’s the big key to all of it.
Mesa, I REALLY needed this today. Piglet’s example of just bearing witness instead of leaping in with a fix-it list spared me from leaping in with my own. I feel this wild desire to channel my adrenaline, but now I see I can go back to being thoughtful. Thank you! 💕
I’m so glad it found you when you needed it. I needed it so much too. Lots of love to you friend 🩵🩵
Mesa,
Mesa, this piece holds so much weight, and I feel every bit of it. The overwhelm, the fear, the sheer exhaustion of it all. And yet, I wonder—have you ever asked that anxiety how old it is?
The intensity, the way it grips and won’t let go, the way it spirals—this feels like more than just a reaction to the present moment. It feels like a survival instinct, like the flight-freeze trauma response kicking in hard. And when that happens, it’s often because something much older, much deeper is being activated.
If you sit with it, if you get quiet and ask: How old are you? When did you first learn that the world wasn’t safe?—what comes up?
Sometimes, when we can name the original wound, the present stops feeling so impossible to bear. Sending you so much love. 🩵
Oh I know exactly how old it is- 44. 🩵🩵 Thank you my friend. It’s a protective mechanism to be sure. And one that gets exploited often when I don’t reach out or write it out. I appreciate the prompt to think about it in this age related way 😍😍😍
Aren't you 44? Don't rush. I thought something like that too. Yet when I got really still I found below the noise and rubbish a very differently aged version.
I’m 46 🩵