I catch up with an old friend tonight. We do a tarot reading and talk about the year — some of its bruises and some of its healing. We talk about friendships and Bridgerton and it’s good. I miss the walks we used to go on, the after-work dinners in a different era.
I light a candle and drink some water and try to move through this stress that’s started to tighten in my chest.
As part of the somatic course on releasing stress and stored trauma, today their were no movement exercises. Instead, the instruction was to write down four past traumas I want to let go of on separate sheets of paper and then burn the paper with a lighter.
I wrote down four words, encapsulating four experiences, and then burned them one by one (safely, in my fireplace). It also suggested I take a bath tonight and I might.
My mom reminds me to breathe. I breathe. Onward.
With Love,
Natalie