Thank you, lovely ones
Lol, I think craft wise I'm making photo albums and scrapbooks my winter project. I've boxes of photos and bits and pieces that I never get round to sorting out and putting into albums so I'm going to work on that, more family history stuff (fascinating that you can find everything online; there's a photo online of the house my dad was born in and, if I've got all the dates right, the pub at the end of the road that would have been where my grandad went to wet the baby's head!) and I'm quite of a mind to do more natural craft stuff from twigs, leaves, berries and moss - fairy gardens and Christmas wreaths, that sort of thing. I'm not great with knitting or crochet, I don't seem to be able to get the hang of it, but I find hand sewing relaxing so that's another good one (although I need a light the size of a football pitch because I can't see lol).
I can't quite explain this but it makes sense to me so I'll give it a go; I'm finding lots of memories of myself at various stages in childhood and they are all sad, lonely children that no-one cares about. I feel like I'm carrying all of them and I feel like it's those parts of myself that respond so strongly to people being nice to me and then me being desperate to please those people, whilst also ultimately being rejected by them when the time comes that I say no and they leave. I'm doing cord cutting meditations; I've kind of made my own up now but basically gathering together one or more of these sad little ones, explaining that I love and care for them, but that I can't carry them anymore and I need help. I pass them on to an angel, who takes them all away to this lovely sort of children's field run by angels, where all the children get the love and attention they need and deserve. I know it sounds a bit bonkers but it seems to be helping. It's making me feel quite tired, and quite sad at times, but at the same time it also feels like I'm moving toward being able to respond to what's going on in my life as an adult, instead of as an abandoned and neglected child. I nearly called a friend today (one who usually moans a lot) because the silence was getting to me a bit but then I thought, who wants this contact? And it's not middle aged Tupp who's sick of people moaning and has plenty to be getting on with and who actually quite likes the peace and quiet, it's little five year old Tupp who doesn't get hugs or kisses, or have anyone to read her a story at night and tuck her into bed. The little one is desperate for attention and affection, the middle aged one would rather get the housework done and then read. The meditations are helping, they seem to be shifting things out of the way and leaving more of what's useful now in its place. All sounds a bit mad, I know, but it seems to be helping so I'm going with it for now x