Like cool green silk, he said
Dec. 6th, 2008 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxThere has been a small demand for new photos of Rose. They'll come eventually, when we get around to using a camera.
Had a bad Moment last night, where the anorexia reared its head and I felt like I could easily slip back into it. I slapped myself out of it with a dinner of shrimp and spinach salad. Since coming home from vacation, I've been focusing on mindful eating, relearning how to eat less and fill up more. I'm trying not to spin it out of control, keep it healthful. Eating too much is painful; eating too much junk is extremely painful. My pants fit better, I'll say that.
Tonight, Adam had a problem with his neck and right shoulder; likely a muscle tear. My fingers aren't strong enough for deep tissue massage, so I poured energy into my efforts and it led to an interesting discovery: Adam says that my energy is cool, earthy, airy, slightly watery, silky green and flowing blue with a hint of yellow and lavender, full of order. But if I push too much, I get so dark I feel almost empty to him, like a channel or conduit. His energy, in contrast, is hot and red and gray and dark yellow and white and deep and intense and chaotic, full of force. When I was really focusing, I felt the braided energy turn various shades of purple. He said it felt wonderful. He looked almost ecstatic. I must have done something right.
I also seem to take his energy and braid it with my own and use it in a unique way, similar to a catalyst. He said I just took any energy I could find and manipulated it into a pattern. Considering that half the time when I do energy work, I don't know exactly what I'm doing, it's lovely to get detailed personal feedback.
It's an intriguing sort of balance. In any case, my efforts resulted in a sort of psychic bandage; he felt physically better and his muscles relaxed. He says that he can tell how much power I've used by how my CP-affected muscles react, particularly in my face. He handed me the labradorite sphere to push the excess into; some of it trickled into my amethyst triquetra ring, which tickled a bit. I felt more relaxed.
He was happy, and impressed, and at ease, and he massaged my back and shoulders, and then I went and took a Soma, because the fibro has been flaring badly since yesterday.
Adam has to work tomorrow, so I'll spent the day inside with the cats in the warmth, observing the light dusting of snow. We went shopping with Charlotte at Big Lots and the dollar store, and we bought Shark electronic brooms for our homes. Now I can clean more easily and efficiently.
Rose just jumped into my lap to see what I was doing. Rose says hi, everyone. (No, really, she mewed at the screen.)
Bedtime now.
Had a bad Moment last night, where the anorexia reared its head and I felt like I could easily slip back into it. I slapped myself out of it with a dinner of shrimp and spinach salad. Since coming home from vacation, I've been focusing on mindful eating, relearning how to eat less and fill up more. I'm trying not to spin it out of control, keep it healthful. Eating too much is painful; eating too much junk is extremely painful. My pants fit better, I'll say that.
Tonight, Adam had a problem with his neck and right shoulder; likely a muscle tear. My fingers aren't strong enough for deep tissue massage, so I poured energy into my efforts and it led to an interesting discovery: Adam says that my energy is cool, earthy, airy, slightly watery, silky green and flowing blue with a hint of yellow and lavender, full of order. But if I push too much, I get so dark I feel almost empty to him, like a channel or conduit. His energy, in contrast, is hot and red and gray and dark yellow and white and deep and intense and chaotic, full of force. When I was really focusing, I felt the braided energy turn various shades of purple. He said it felt wonderful. He looked almost ecstatic. I must have done something right.
I also seem to take his energy and braid it with my own and use it in a unique way, similar to a catalyst. He said I just took any energy I could find and manipulated it into a pattern. Considering that half the time when I do energy work, I don't know exactly what I'm doing, it's lovely to get detailed personal feedback.
It's an intriguing sort of balance. In any case, my efforts resulted in a sort of psychic bandage; he felt physically better and his muscles relaxed. He says that he can tell how much power I've used by how my CP-affected muscles react, particularly in my face. He handed me the labradorite sphere to push the excess into; some of it trickled into my amethyst triquetra ring, which tickled a bit. I felt more relaxed.
He was happy, and impressed, and at ease, and he massaged my back and shoulders, and then I went and took a Soma, because the fibro has been flaring badly since yesterday.
Adam has to work tomorrow, so I'll spent the day inside with the cats in the warmth, observing the light dusting of snow. We went shopping with Charlotte at Big Lots and the dollar store, and we bought Shark electronic brooms for our homes. Now I can clean more easily and efficiently.
Rose just jumped into my lap to see what I was doing. Rose says hi, everyone. (No, really, she mewed at the screen.)
Bedtime now.
