I have an urge to share.
Long time i have been busy with therapy and finding a feeling of safety.
I have been to University again and last year i have realized my longing to move back to the big city where i grew up. Decorating is quite some work but progressing and i am enjoying new, warm and supporting contacts.
In the perspective of completing my creation of my home, I concluded, that before i go working again, i want to write letters to my father/perp and his family.
Within a short time someone offered me to join to go to their retreat place on a mountain to find out if i could write the letters there.
It was a great place for a wholesome retreat.
Warmth from sawing and chopping wood, light from candles at night, water from a well, three hours walking for shopping food.
Even though the first week i had the company of three different groups of people, i started writing in the first weekend and kept writing about an hour a day.
I even noticed, that when the last party was gone i missed the diversion of company.
Sawing and chopping wood was great as an outlet of agression/energy and a way to get clear in the head before or after writing.
I am busy with furnishing again and considering to find a temporary job for diversion from finishing the writing of the letters. I will decide if i want to post the letters later, for now i just write for me.
I feel more safe, more room to grow and flowing. I am life.
Greets to you all, brothers.