5.2 Cradled by the day
The blue skies and sunshine are really lifting my mood. I don’t know if I appreciated until today how negative I have been lately.
I feel inclined to apologize to you.
I am less afraid of myself than I used to be. In fact, I woke up this morning with a sense of urgency and a readiness to go to therapy today and really get down to it: the core childhood traumas at the root of all of my adult problems. Let’s go. I’m strong enough now.
We had a great session. You lost track of time. I felt open and safe. I liked what you were wearing. I felt hopeful.
Next time I will bring you a photo of him and a letter he wrote. I hope you can learn something from them. Tell me what you think.
The window is open and the loft is creaking with the wind. I have the incense burning for your return, cedarwood, my favorite.
When I was in New York, I felt like the air was warm and holding me and that I was safe. I was cradled by the day.
What my mind has forgotten, my body remembers.
Alice Miller, Peter Levine, Steve Finn, a stroll through Ikea, meatballs in sauce, two scoops of mashed potatoes because they were out of veg, a cup of coffee. I guided the old woman to the sink that worked and showed her how to use the hand dryer. I feel nervous. Don’t make fun of me.