Afternoon meditation...I brought Whirlie straight to tomato garden..... very joyful. Introduced her to Auntie P.....they hugged and the hug went on, til I realized they became solid...like carved wood, smiling.
A sculpture in the garden? Room for me to perch? Nope. The sculpture shrank and turned into a bonfire...Auntie P and Whirlie came physically back......all my protective and wounded parts showed up, casually, as the sun set.
Women gathering, happy chattering, Boatie joyfully tended to......passed from adoring hands to adoring hands.
There was dancing. Little parts were dressed up, mostly in bug costumes, fantastic....shining, some with sparkles....a beetle, a Preying Mantis. My field of vision was not large. Maybe bc there was only firelight. Limiting, but ok. Looking back, maybe that's the point.
There were some repeated dance moves....stomping....heads thrown back.....reminded me of martial arts warm ups....then everyone headed to the playset which was plastic irl......now with a large stick cage house built over it. Like the little fairy houses I build, but larger.
We climbed to the top and took flight. All of us. Except Auntie P, who I scooped up and carried into the sky, then held just her hand as we flew, fast....and she was bursting with joy....eyes closed......unsure, but thrilled and present.
Will say, presence was theme of the night.
I came back to earth and landed on one knee, head thrown back, earth rumbling, air shimmering at the weight of impact.....my skin looked hard, but wasn't.... metal....was clear plastic shell....appearance.....
....like energy......pulled back to my skin.
The music came back.....and everyone landed......danced.....laughed.....engaged..... airborne in dance.
The looks on Auntie P's and Whirlie 's faces, in that hug, were so happy....belonging....and now we'll all bring Auntie P tomatoes.
Whirlie never letting go.....it was not possible for her to let go.....always embraced, seen, heard and appreciated for her little heart.
This was an hour and a half, during acupuncture. The future muscled in, several times...mostly about the girls. Some past, too. It was noted, sans judgement, as vigilance and I put them down, as tomato garden picked back up, as needed, till time to go.
I asked if needles are ever placed more deeply and was surprised to hear Sam say....yes. Sometimes, "to get to the right place"...but never on me. I was "easier"....sometimes on my sister, he went deeper.....like "fishing" when placing needles.....can change with seasons.....spring summer vs fall winter, I think....like roots sending up spring shoots. Easier to reach, sometimes.
Sister always said some needles were placed more deeply....I didn't know that.😳
I can't remember one important part of meditation....something.....happened....oh. Thoughts of MIL crept in, and it felt like stepping through glass.....and I was in that judgemental space, with her, asking how she could harm little children..... but understanding all my parts were alert and watching, from the other side, to see what happened next. I looked over my shoulder, at them, and without looking back at MIL, stepped backward through the glass, and crouched down with them....all the parts huddling around me, anxious little faces surrounding me....waiting, in silence. The music came back and they went back to the fire, dancing and being present. It felt like a collective holding of breath......a test... passage away, then back? It felt like restored choice and huge relief.
Lighter