I suddenly realised how, when we are not held, every subtle sensory fibre of our body is activated by the slightest disturbance in the environment yet when pressure is closer, heavier, we're not bothered with all that peripheral stuff. This came in all at once, accompanied by just the antidote, in what felt like one of those impulsive things that never serve me ill. I had to try for myself what a weighted blanket could do for me.....
A highly emotive topic at this time of year; when did we make "wanting more" so wrong and guilt-burdened? What if it is the essential ingredient required to keep us here in human form; especially if we struggle to do so, to the detriment of our health? This masculine "striving and aspiring" urge is a very-necessary part of any recovery process as it amounts to half of what it is to be human! Denying it is to want to be so spiritual as to virtually not be here, in physical form, at all; and, as someone whose health has made me feel that way more often than not for the last decade, anything that makes me feel like I am really "here" is a bonus. Re-evaluating the place of wanting material things at a time of year when it is such a hot topic; including how to recognise what conscious consumerism looks like (which is more than just knowing where your "stuff" came from or how it was made). What if making you feel joyful and excited about life all over again is also an essential part of that picture and enough reason to take part in it?
Living whole 