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pollyanna
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that's such a sweet picture. you're beautiful, franny!

happy birthday to you! thank you for bringing those meaningful questions here. I love how they always invite me to experience. the last one I answered I cried from the beginning until the end. I was sick and feeling separated, your question made me remember life is amazing and beautiful and I'm inevitably part of it. I hope you also remember that and feel embraced by love everyday. ✨

you said you are close, how are you feeling about it all? about her and her child?

I'm sending you a hug!

maybe the best you can do to prepare for helping her is to be aware of what you're feeling and embracing it all, so you can also offer her this love space.

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Es tut irgendwie ein bisschen weh, mein Herz. Es ist aber nicht so, dass die Liebe fehlt, doch irgendwie fehlt etwas. Irgendwie schreit es schon so lange, dass etwas fehlt. Es möchte schließlich die Luft atmen, die ihm gut tut. Es möchte getragen werden von einem Körper, der die Richtung nicht nur kennt, sondern auch geht. Jetzt im Moment fühle ich keinerlei Überzeugungskraft. Ich will weinen, denn mir fallen nicht die richtigen Worte in den Mund. Nicht mal in den Kopf. Sie erreichen nicht das richtige Ohr. Ich bin müde und spüre kein Verständnis. Nicht einmal von mir selbst. Es ist da, es existiert. Doch nach dem tausendstem Mal die gleiche Geschichte, ist es einfach frustrierend.

Die Frage ist, wirst du deine Träume erreichen, wenn du nicht ab und zu auch mal leidest? Vermutlich ist das wichtig, doch ich fühle mich eigentlich meistens schwach und ausgelaugt. Total fehl am Platz. Nicht in der Lage, das Ruder rum zu reißen. Morgens kämpfe ich mir meinen Sinn weitreichend her. Das kostet Kraft. Manchmal denke ich mir, Welt halt bitte an, nur für eine Weile. Gleichzeitig während ich das hier schreibe, lebt dieser Teil in mir, der unaufhaltsam ist. Der Teil der bereits alles in sich trägt, um dieses Gefühl zu überwinden, um die Hoffnung hoch zu halten. Um das Glück anzuziehen. Doch es wiederholt sich. Monatelang. Als würde Verstand und Herz zeitweise die Kontrolle über meinen Körper verlieren. Also schreie ich es hiermit raus. Dieses Gefühl. Mit dem Wissen, dass es bald wieder besser sein wird. Ich wieder Kraft sammeln kann. Schließlich kenne ich den Weg, ich muss ihn nur verdammt noch mal gehen. 💫

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you are already going, it seems. thank you for bringing love here in many forms every day. I'm sending you a soft hug. I'm with you, watching what hurts come to surface and leave. ♥️

observing children inspires me to simplicity, honesty and to allow myself to feel all that comes (and writing this with my son sleeping on my lap makes me cry)

seeing people showing their love for each other inspires me to open myself up for just noticing love that surrounds us

noticing sore spots in my body inspires me to listen and to see what is asking for deep changes but I'm resisting

when I feel uncomfortable with someone, it inspires me to find within myself why I can't see the whole person, what is blinding me

yes. it is a valid response for the pain and confusion you must have felt. we didn't learn in childhood that we could feel whatever came (it's not anyone's fault, they also didn't know), they punished us or distracted us, or told us somehow that our feelings were wrong. so when someone tells us we can say what we are feeling and the person can't embrace it all at the time we feel again like we are doing something wrong just for feeling. but you were not and you are not. if you feel like, start observing what feelings you don't allow yourself to feel, you answered me yesterday about feelings and related that to our body, and that's how I embrace my feelings, observing my body. I think the more we allow ourselves to feel, more open we are to share that with people when we feel like doing.

good morning!

I'm sorry about your marriage.

this subject is something I'm really interested in, and I have a lot to say about my own experiences, so if you want to talk more about feelings and vulnerability I'll be very glad to write more.

it is not easy to face anyone's vulnerability and it's true we are not used to seeing men being vulnerable. and when we face that it's frightening, cause we grew up believing that man we trust would protect us from harm - and this illusion comes with the belief that feeling sadness ou fear, for exemple, is not safe and makes men week.

but to really built a relationship in which both of us can be ourselves, I must allow myself to feel the fear, the insecurities that come when I see my husband being human and feeling all that comes for him to feel. and when I allow myself to feel that, I can truly embrace his feelings and we can support each other.

I started paying attention to this in my life at least seven years ago. in 2017 I wrote something about not feeling fully in charge of my safety when I was with my boyfriend (now husband) and the extra weight he felt like he needed to carry when I just left it up to him. he is very honest and his honesty inspired me to be honest with myself and that was the space I needed to be aware of myself, to really open myself up for feeling whatever comes.

as anyone, we sometimes fear vulnerability, but when we realize that, we can rest and be vulnerable and face our true feelings so they can go and bring fresh air to both of us. as time passes we are more intimate and supportive.

I am open to listen to everyone's feelings. that's really the thing I find most interesting in life, maybe. I'm here if any of you want to talk.

you seem to be describing people who are afraid to delve deeper into themselves. but in my experience, we need connection, and to really be intimate to your partner you need to be able to feel whatever comes for you to feel.

o que em você agora renasce e, em espanto, você pode dar as boas-vindas?

I'm sending you a warm hug! ♥️

and this question: is there any aspect of yourself that you believe is dead and you feel so sorry about it, wishing it was alive (maybe something that your friend represents to you)? it's interesting that it is a fake death, so maybe it's something that has changed but is still part of you.