Man. I just reread my last two posts…the one just an hour ago, detailing my restless hermitage in the snowy mountains…and then the one previous to it, remarking on wacky weather patterns and burying myself in knitting. I have some serious underground psychic spelunking to do. Eventually the evasion must stop.
And clearly, I do not feel safe enough to do so for now.
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Maybe you can do the spelunking where you do feel safe enough, such as in a journal or over tea, with a friend. Or your husband.
We don’t have to write about everything for publication, you know. ;o) Big hugs to you.