My Pink Blanket Memory

I took myself on another solo-adventure.

I can’t tell you how good this is for my soul.

I keep learning more and more about myself and I see how much motion and movement my body and soul needs.

In the same breath, I also really needed grounding in the past year and I am so grateful to have landed in a beautiful home this year. I love it so much.

In the past few years I have moved around a lot. That is what was needed at the time, but I could feel the true calling to land. And I followed that.

Landing in one place again has opened up so many doors for me. I have come back to old parts of myself I thought were lost.

And even though there was a lot of loss, it turns out so much has remained or come back to me. If you have followed my story, the Cameo was a great example of this.

I am open to seeing the beauty of these experiences now.

For a long time I was not, I closed myself off from it.

Last night, I awoke in the middle of the night remembering a gorgeous blanket in shades of pink that my grandmother knitted for me. She embroidered my name on it — BRENDA — in cursive, diagonally across the bottom right corner. I folded it up each morning and rested it at the bottom of my bed. I really loved it.