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What I did today wasn’t random.

It touched several known #inner practices, even though I didn’t intentionally set out to “do” any of them.

#Somatic #meditation

Listening to the #body directly instead of the mind. #Emotions land somewhere physical. Paying attention there lets the body speak first.

#Affect #labeling

Noticing and naming a feeling reduces its intensity. #Words help the nervous #system #regulate instead of spiral.

#Parts #work

Letting something inside be #felt without interrogating or fixing it. No forcing a story. Just #allowing it space.

#Ritualized #release

#Consciously letting something go using #symbol and #intention . The #brain responds to meaning, not just logic.

#Active #imagination

Allowing images, words, or sensations to #arise and #interact without controlling them. A dialogue with the inner world.

#🌀#🫀#🌌

On being human …

volcanos 🌋 always fascinated me

#Vesuvius

He didn’t touch me like a man who wanted fire. He touched me like someone who knew it was always burning.

I felt #tectonic a slippage plates grinding under skin, pressure pretending to be patience, #years of quiet labeled normal until he #stood too close and the #ground remembered.

He made me feel like warnings everyone ignored— small tremors brushed off as nerves, #gas leaks called #imagination my body swelling with things I was told not to name.

I tried to be civilized. I tried to be asleep.

But he looked at me like history does right before it cracks, and suddenly I wasn’t a woman— I was a city built too near the truth.

He didn’t cause the eruption. That’s the lie people tell.

He was just the heat that reminded me I was magma, not marble.

When I broke, it wasn’t loud at first. It was breath leaving rooms, air turning lethal, desire so hot it erased the future.

I didn’t explode for him. I erupted through him.

And when the ash settled, I wasn’t ruined— I was preserved.

A #warning A #relic A #lesson written in stone:

Some women aren’t meant to be contained.

They are meant to be respected before they remember they are volcanoes.

#🌋🔥

#create your own origin story. Hugs 🫂 call it #goals or #manifesting or #imagination but words we speak come true.

See below for a beautiful example 🫂

Don’t care 🤷🏻‍♀️… this dress design is still lovely 😊… it’s a cartoon version anyway so why not?

Origin story again:

She was the last of her generation. The rest had been forgotten or were destroyed.

Her family & friends had hidden her during the extermination process. Legend says that.

Reality was she fell in love with the identity of who would bring the societal collapse when she was three. Some capped her as destiny & others as insanity. So when the dancing skeleton 💀 came to her door … she wasn’t afraid. Maybe she just didn’t know yet that she could be.

#imagination #freewriting