De stress.legs. Louise’s. Rabbits.
My 3 healer friends.
One brass lamp in the corner of hoarded up boxes of other people shit. Who am I.
Who is Sarah.
I need to check in.
My friends visiting them in the valley yesterday.
There was such stress and an unusual guilt to my being this weekend.
My voice and eyes had shifted.
I need medicine, healers. Bodywork.
The house.
The decision. The money. The life of my own.
The stress I don’t own.
How many ages live in my one body.
Who is showing up.
I am Sarah at 37.
Showing up genuinely.
I’m at Louise’s trattoria today for lunch.
I told Barbara I was gay here almost 20 years ago.
Chicken piccata.
I’m asking myself who is Sarah now.
All of the hoarded up boxes of shit are out of my ankles (cankles)
Fill it with me. Take up space.
The house is mine.
This house my body is mine.
Reiki violation. The lamp. Pillows and blankets with rabbits.
Rabbits and maroon purple. Pink light. The pink light of healing.
I must remember how to distress.
De stress.
Ground.
One task ata a time. Love.
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