Soothing is stopping.
Oh sure there’s a time and a place for ‘soothing’.
But soothing has nothing to do with hope.
Soothing is an action to ground and remove excess excitation and to help dispense and disperse the energy of grief.
Even in helping others with their grief, I’ve never been a soother.
I’m more of a let’s rip this shit open, down to the bone clean rawness of existence kinda guy.
(I hope it works. I hear that I does)
I’m a difficult person. I suck at soothing both myself and others.
A fool’s not here to ‘sooth’.
When called upon, we can do it. I can be soothing for a very limited number of people. Most frequently I’m willing to play this role with people who I share genes with or have some level of steady and consistent overlap.
But again, soothing as an action is one that draws in and down before grounding itself down and away
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Up and out
I’m a fan of actions and movements that go up and out, out and away.
I’m a fan of the physical sensation of ‘feeling hopeful’.
It’s more of a f…
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