Inspirational quote: Like a suspension bridge's taut cables, compassion must be balanced by the anchor of self.
Like a suspension bridge's taut cables, compassion must be balanced by the anchor of self.
#Interdependence #EmotionalHygiene #BoundaryWisdom
Niwa’s depressive episodes waned as she developed her energetic hygiene. She pondered this, walking. How grateful she was for the wise ones that had helped her to become more functional. Even though it had still been up to her to put the pieces together. Rewind’s slumped shoulders lurched in front of her, leading Pickle up the rocky path. She wondered if anyone had tried to help Rewind in that way. Wondered if he would listen, or even try to manage his moods.
No office #managers in the future, but it's as important as ever to manage one's own emotions.
#emotionalhygiene #wipsnips
Emotional Draino for the Soul
Episode 15 of Blueprints for Belonging: The Kitchen (nourishment) + the Release Room (emotional hygiene). Feed connection and flush stress — because shame is a clog you don’t need.
Episode drops on Friday.
#BlueprintsForBelonging #EmotionalHygiene #DiaryOfACEO #nvc
She pushed out her grief through her root into the rock, like a burst of moonblood removing toxins from her body. Stresses of the road flowed out. Grief for No Eyes and Owen, the only ones left of their People, living out their last days alone. Grief at losing her travel companions. Old grief over her father. Grief that Whitaker might be gone soon, too. Grief over the strife and threats at home. With the thought of home, full body animal sobs took over as she sprawled on the ground. She gave over control of her voice, letting out primal noises as she birthed a full body release. All self awareness whipped away in the wind, masks crumbled to dust. Stella wriggled next to her, placing a reassuring paw on her arm. She let her fears come to the surface. That she would fail her people. That they would die. That she would die. That she would never see them again. With her raw awareness, she allowed each fear to be. Then allowed her emotions to settle again, like the Columbia River after its conception through deluge. She sat and watched the water, felt the wind, with her clearing mind.
