Category: Stream of Thought

Some people have “their ducks in a row,” yet I find that I am still finding my way.

I was sharing with a fellow professional how it feels like my life is one of disparity, where I give good to others externally but am sloshing about through the bad, personally.

She told me that she has been hearing this as a common theme recently from many others who give so much to society.

She blamed it on “late stage Capitalism,” but worldwide there is much of this same tyranny where healthcare providers cannot afford nor obtain housing stability.

Her imagination was readily sparked by the light within others, and when she recognized a kindred heart, it was difficult for her emotions to not start questing.

Maybe this time around, she should just focus on building friendships and do her best to avoid that internal dialogue.

It would be a new experience to have many.

She must not let herself settle for a man still entrapped in the baser needs: she needed one to compliment her passion for life’s complex synergies.

What we see as tasks to accomplish end up being greater elements toward an imagined future becoming manifest reality. I would just like the processes themselves to be more interesting – rather than the usual grind of billing and physical labor.

What she wanted and aimed for kept getting diverted by circumstancial currents redirecting her focus toward tasks in other directions which gave illusory promise of better stability – but in the interim served as continual disruption propelling her through realms into the unknown.

Having reached for, held onto, nourished, and tended love – only to have it slip through her fingers like grains of sand again and again: she no longer knew how best to pursue it.

I have seen many amazing souls burn fiercly bright – then burn out and fade away.

I guess it is up to me to carry on their legacy by claiming my own passions and cultivating this slow growing light that will eventually illuminate forever.

I know what it feels like to have loved and invested, and then to see that love given to another who wasn’t part of the process.

I guess love does not discriminate, but causes our actions to pay it forward. Yet, if we each commit to it, perhaps we will receive our custom-tailored rewards.

I have no interest in being dragged back into the past – assaulted, bruised, and deeply cut while spiritually bleeding.

The little that I have read on this process is that subcutaneous fat cells are killed and then they flush out through the lymphatic system.

Hmm.

What I find interesting is the idea of perhaps losing some unresponsiv-to-exercise fat cells with the idea being that toxins, hormones, cortisol, and other chemicals can often get stored in the cells.

It has been documented that sometimes when people begin losing weight, such molecules may release back into the system – which further inhibits weight loss and healing

Therefore, what if this process helps a person to not only lose physical “weight” but psycological weight because those chemicals that affect both get flushed, as well?

But, if “melted,” would this adequately nullify such chemicals, or would the process suddenly dump too much and shock the system?

If this process served to cause no harm, coukd it be a way to bypass the body’s normal resistance to breaking free from an unhelpful mode within current “homeostasis?”

Muscles do not lose their ability to “bounce back” to some degree unless their has been actual tearing or distruptive trauma, for example.

Most of the time, decreese in movement capability and chronic tension is from the muscle bundle fibers getting stuck /andor ensnared into adjoining muscles’ drama.

I have reached a level now, for which I am grateful, to where I am beginning to interact with other local therapists.

It is only natural that by experiencing each other’s modalities that we each come away with some aspect of the other’s techniques that we like and will integrate into our own methodologies (though with customized tweaking) to enhance our individualized effectiveness with clients.

Therefore, for the purpose of public proof that I am the originator of and continuer of further development of its capabilities, I state here that the phrase name and techniques used within “Rocking Compression” are my own creation and thus copywritten.

Having been through, and continuing to go through, too much to catch up with myself, I have to now label myself as unable to remember names due to head trauma – although when someday things calm again, I know I will be able to amend this.

I have been being graced with such compliments.

“If a person has them, you know they smile alot.”

From the lady today who helped with my colors.

I don’t get much opportunity to invest in myself materially, so I keep it simple yet elegant when I do.

Thank you all for being here and for sharing your wonderful talents!

It’s not so much about comfort, but about settling into rhythms.

‘I really don’t know why you keep expecting me to be perfect – nor why I keep expecting this of you.”

She knew what she wanted, yet not how best to obtain it.

Being given a name is either a curse, neutral, or an opportunity to rise to greatness.

1 : a shield or breastplate emblematic of majesty that was associated with Zeus and Athena. 2a : protection under the aegis of the Constitution.

https://www.merriam-webster.com › …

Erupted from the mind of God, destined to rule over nations, wisdom and constructive strategy shall prevail.

You remind me of who I was and have striven to be.

She had met the men, each separately, at a pivotal time in their lives.

She had begun to worry that she was somehow the cause of each one’s demise.

But, now she realized that she had been sent to help save them.

Mothers were too young and had children because they wanted to feel important and be obeyed, rather than inspiring and nourishing them. Fathers indulged in drugs, alcoholic escapism, infidelity, avoidance, abuse, and abandonment.

Shown in a 1970’s elementary school assembly and meant to be a rainy day light intro before main feature movie, I cried at the depth within its simplicity and fell in love with cinematic artistic symbolism.

A place to heal and reboot.

When I tell the tale of my life, I cringe at how many harsh circumstances have happened.

I mean, these types of incidents are the subjects of “reality tv.”

I do not crave such influences.

The Dark Crystal Skeksis and urRu (Mystics) are like Earth’s divided political parties.

Humans must seek a reunifying balance to ascend beyond strife to our urSkek mastery.

Much of life seems to be about tasks and efforts focusing upon survival.

But when we experience and share wonders of beauty, it’s all worth it.

Sneech Complete.

She would have her “star-spangled banner.”

She stayed with him because it was safe, and she valued his perspectives.
The world was brutal: his cynicism reinforced her identity’s strengthening.

Called “Independence Day,” she was thrilled to have this be their anniversary.
Youth’s trials behind them, they could now make life how it ought to be.

But, he didn’t share optimism’s excitement with her.
It’s a lonely path being a solo enthusiast.

When I was pregnant with my eldest, my belly was so large, hard, and round I felt otherworldly – like a Dr. Seuss character.

I waddled around in the hillside home in Santa Barbara and throughout the community, foraging for what I would need when my first born would arrive, feeling unique.

I told my partner that he needed to get me a star-bellied Sneech shirt.

I needed one. I deserved one.

My world would be complete.

I never got one, but now have figured out a way to get my “stars.”

It’s a way to love my tummy and to recognize I’ve come so far.

It thrilled her to think that he might be watching her progression, and she wondered what he thought of her.

Longing to stay within comfort’s womb even though limits confine further growth competes with fear of being thrust back out into the cold where without shelter, the demons find you.

I try to say something new, or something I have said in a new way. Sometimes, both.

He needed to destroy that which he could not control nor understand because he placed fear over trust as his priority.

I have noticed there is much discussion that one’s “twin flame,” or rather the “other half to their whole,” is often referred to as being reticent to rejoin the union here on Earth.

Well, what’s the point, then?

If they abdicate the position, that half no longer belongs as part of the whole – so just move on.

I think that women especially have been told too much that we are supposed to wait around for our heroes to grow up.

It is easy to feel as if we have been “wronged” when things do not go the way we planned or wanted them to.

Caught up in fighting against resistance as a generality, she couldn’t decide if every effort toward a better future was turned into a ruse to make fun of her, or if time was intentionally making her trip and go slower so that she would align to dock perfectly with the unknown future.

Her mother had sent her some birthday money, which was a cherished gift.

She ended up giving it to the scammer because of her generous, caring spirit.

She did it to prove to the universe that she was willing to again invest in love.

She didn’t mind being responsible for everything,
She just wanted the love and comfort they’d shared.
But, perhaps this imbalance doomed the relationship.

Trying again as fall face forward,
Wondering if I have been wrong.