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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 622030" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>It is a practice, isn't it, Recovering. I liked the way you wrote that you had been observing these things of late. A separate observation, almost a curiosity about, and an acknowledegement of, emotion. I think I am not in that place, yet. I am surprised to see the emotions I feel as a choosable moment. </p><p></p><p>Like choosing the shade of the next color in the tapestry. </p><p></p><p>I wrote on another post about having confronted my mother last night. It was easy, right, clean...and over and done with. No recriminations. No mulling things over and no resentment.</p><p></p><p>I am still sampling all this. It was like what you describe in a way, Recovering. I just wasn't as vulnerable to her, anymore.</p><p></p><p>Fear steals our presence, steals our ability to be rooted in the present. </p><p></p><p>It was so easy, Recovering.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 622030, member: 17461"] It is a practice, isn't it, Recovering. I liked the way you wrote that you had been observing these things of late. A separate observation, almost a curiosity about, and an acknowledegement of, emotion. I think I am not in that place, yet. I am surprised to see the emotions I feel as a choosable moment. Like choosing the shade of the next color in the tapestry. I wrote on another post about having confronted my mother last night. It was easy, right, clean...and over and done with. No recriminations. No mulling things over and no resentment. I am still sampling all this. It was like what you describe in a way, Recovering. I just wasn't as vulnerable to her, anymore. Fear steals our presence, steals our ability to be rooted in the present. It was so easy, Recovering. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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