I'm in a sensory awareness group. We meet through conference calls, email check-ins, and in-person at times. Tonight I read the "report" of a vet. I hadn't thought of all that is involved with Veteran's Day for a vet, the apprehension beforehand perhaps, the difficulty with reconciling all that is involved in their time in service.
She articulates it well.
I think of struggle and recognizing and letting go. How armored are we? How armored am I? At times, I feel like an armadillo, and other times, like a porcupine, and other times, soft as anemone flesh, and yet, anemones have tentacles. How do we balance our need to open, reach, and defend?