I’ll be blending several elements in this post, as usual.
My therapist, George, tells me I’ve been blending my traumatic past experiences as a child in the hospital with my present experiences as an adult. This blending results in heightened and often inappropriate anxiety, fear, and hypervigilance.
Yesterday, George and I were blending our wisdom and our commitment to healing in a therapy session, separating out the experiences of my frightened, wounded, and powerless 10-year-old self.
Here and now, I’ll be blending my photos from yesterday.
That last image shows people in my Wednesday morning therapy group blending their experience, hope, and love to create a list of coping strategies during difficult times.
At the end my therapy session with George, yesterday afternoon, I told him I’d be blending my love for music into today’s post with this song for him.
I’m blending my thanks to all who helped me create this post with my thanks to all my readers, including YOU.