Once in a while I go onto the attic (at my parents) to go through my belongings that are stored there for more than 3 years now. There is no need or rush to get rid of anything. Organically letting things go feels more grounded to me then the way I’ve dealt with moving house in the past where I would just throw everything away that could remind me of any painful memories and or emotions.
In my memories this tea pot was round. It’s the tea pot my nana and I would drink tea from playing a tea ceremony. A rough 40 years ago. (Kuch ;)) 
Tomorrow I will go back to my treatment that has started last Wednesday in the clinic. Going into every painful feeling, clearing and cleaning all that I’ve been trying so hard to suppress and bypass. -Exposing all that has been locked in my cells through my inner hell. And I can tell you I could not have told you what and how much there is to expose before. Really surprised how much unlived emotions run through my system. But also how much patterns I (my mind) made to feel safe and seeing them as part of my personality.
It feels I’ve come to a new entrance… what I thought ‘Me’ was is dying and is now making its way forward to a bigger discovery of what life on earth is, holding myself in a sweet embrace. Drinking from my grandmother’s tea pot in ceremony with life
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