Well spotted. I did hope people would find it entertaining to try and find me in the photo 😂
You're right about travel and adventure. Part of the problem was just how damn much I'd bottled, and for how long!
Rocks are great grounding reminders of bodily experiences. Hello to yours 👋🏼
I think I may have ventured into the very edge of Kent once. I'm afraid I still refer to it as "England's patio" which I stole from a comedian (can't remember who) but I'll aim to be more respectful... 🐚😬😘
The travel and adventures pre big transitions or life changes really do hold a lot of weight. Everything that was then bottled and set aside aloft in the minds-eye because of a change in routine. Ours was fucking centre parcs 😆 we had a lovely time but not quite Rio. I did pick up some rocks and stones to stuff in my pockets. I never remember where the stone comes from when I find it later just that at one time I stood somewhere with a feeling I wanted to hold forever so pick up a rock. Except that time I collected more than one. Multiple shards and fragments of flint.
During the changing times we went to Kent, where I said as we were leaving that I feel as if I'm leaving part of me behind, so if you ever find yourself in that county try to find me ☺️ (I use a shell as an ashtray from Sandwich beach)
(And in the game of Where's Jez in the group photo mid way down on the right 😁)
Loved this whole post again, the poetry pieces, I can’t even choose a favourite, they are all in my favourites to read! Loved that line that anchors your legs into the ground 🌿
A grounding stone is always so helpful. I bought 3pieces of wood that turned into stone on my last retreat, and it’s so helpful to ground when needed!
But the ‘last festive event’ before the illness crept in, I hear the same thing from everyone. That they have felt it beforehand, somehow, during a very significant fun time. That it felt like a slow shattering of your body and mostly, like your soul leaves pieces behind. (I also couldn’t hold the liquor like I so easily could before: check, 😅 horrible hangovers that were not normal somehow).
Now I see this as the opposite, my soul actually returning more into my body. Landing just hurts 🫠
Love the 3 book covers! Looking forward to find a way to avoid the red tape fun 😆
The Seed will always remain an important poem for me. I'm considering another zine, combining my seed poems and longing poems... time will tell.
I'm so curious now about everyone else's "last festive event before illness"! 😄
I also had a mid-illness festive event that undid me in other ways, believe it or not. Maybe everyone has those too?! 🤔 Along with an untimely flu vaccine injury, it caused an almighty flare that lasted a long, long time 😬
Let's hope we can bypass the red tape next time 🤞🏼😉✨
Please share your experience if you feel called too! For me it was losing the ability to walk. My legs turned into rubber, 6months before ‘the crash’, I spend a whole afternoon just sitting while everyone was dancing, not knowing what was happening. Super scary, and I couldn’t explain it to anyone.
Someone told me he had the same experience.
The vaccine injury is something too for me… I believe it slowly started affecting my immune system with my hep B shots at work years in advance,
The moment I crashed, a kid at work was there all week, he was ill and had enormous blisters. He had a response to his polio shot, and I had a fight with my superior about it, that it was irresponsible to let him stay.
It was already ‘coming’, but I think this was the thing that pushed my body over the edge?
Wow, that polio information is interesting / awful / kinda unsurprising-but-still-shocking.
Not going to try to type anything more complicated today, having a (thankfully rare) brain fog day. Just forgot my PIN 3 times and locked myself out of my bank card 🙄
Well spotted. I did hope people would find it entertaining to try and find me in the photo 😂
You're right about travel and adventure. Part of the problem was just how damn much I'd bottled, and for how long!
Rocks are great grounding reminders of bodily experiences. Hello to yours 👋🏼
I think I may have ventured into the very edge of Kent once. I'm afraid I still refer to it as "England's patio" which I stole from a comedian (can't remember who) but I'll aim to be more respectful... 🐚😬😘
😂 anywhere in it about 30 mins away from a city, the countryside, river or the beach sold it to me!
Happy pouring from the well stored bottles 😉
The travel and adventures pre big transitions or life changes really do hold a lot of weight. Everything that was then bottled and set aside aloft in the minds-eye because of a change in routine. Ours was fucking centre parcs 😆 we had a lovely time but not quite Rio. I did pick up some rocks and stones to stuff in my pockets. I never remember where the stone comes from when I find it later just that at one time I stood somewhere with a feeling I wanted to hold forever so pick up a rock. Except that time I collected more than one. Multiple shards and fragments of flint.
During the changing times we went to Kent, where I said as we were leaving that I feel as if I'm leaving part of me behind, so if you ever find yourself in that county try to find me ☺️ (I use a shell as an ashtray from Sandwich beach)
(And in the game of Where's Jez in the group photo mid way down on the right 😁)
Congratulations on the impending trio!
Urgh, I've replied to your comment but failed to do it properly. Please see other comment... 🙄😂
You were easily spotted in the picture Jez! 😆
Loved this whole post again, the poetry pieces, I can’t even choose a favourite, they are all in my favourites to read! Loved that line that anchors your legs into the ground 🌿
A grounding stone is always so helpful. I bought 3pieces of wood that turned into stone on my last retreat, and it’s so helpful to ground when needed!
But the ‘last festive event’ before the illness crept in, I hear the same thing from everyone. That they have felt it beforehand, somehow, during a very significant fun time. That it felt like a slow shattering of your body and mostly, like your soul leaves pieces behind. (I also couldn’t hold the liquor like I so easily could before: check, 😅 horrible hangovers that were not normal somehow).
Now I see this as the opposite, my soul actually returning more into my body. Landing just hurts 🫠
Love the 3 book covers! Looking forward to find a way to avoid the red tape fun 😆
Thank you for all of this, Eva 🙏🏼💚
The Seed will always remain an important poem for me. I'm considering another zine, combining my seed poems and longing poems... time will tell.
I'm so curious now about everyone else's "last festive event before illness"! 😄
I also had a mid-illness festive event that undid me in other ways, believe it or not. Maybe everyone has those too?! 🤔 Along with an untimely flu vaccine injury, it caused an almighty flare that lasted a long, long time 😬
Let's hope we can bypass the red tape next time 🤞🏼😉✨
Please share your experience if you feel called too! For me it was losing the ability to walk. My legs turned into rubber, 6months before ‘the crash’, I spend a whole afternoon just sitting while everyone was dancing, not knowing what was happening. Super scary, and I couldn’t explain it to anyone.
Someone told me he had the same experience.
The vaccine injury is something too for me… I believe it slowly started affecting my immune system with my hep B shots at work years in advance,
The moment I crashed, a kid at work was there all week, he was ill and had enormous blisters. He had a response to his polio shot, and I had a fight with my superior about it, that it was irresponsible to let him stay.
It was already ‘coming’, but I think this was the thing that pushed my body over the edge?
Reading this afterwards was like 😐
https://www.anapsid.org/cnd/diffdx/polio1.html
Wow, that polio information is interesting / awful / kinda unsurprising-but-still-shocking.
Not going to try to type anything more complicated today, having a (thankfully rare) brain fog day. Just forgot my PIN 3 times and locked myself out of my bank card 🙄
Owwww rest rest rest! 💚✨