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anitaParticipantNeither you, Confused, nor I- or anyone- can think ourselves into finding color/ love within. It’s something we have to feel/ touch/ see/ hear, and we can’t experience this in solitude. Touch the earth in your hands, turn your face toward the sun and let its warmth in.. Pet a dog and feel its warmth and affection.
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anitaParticipantTo find the color within.. the image that came to my mind first was for you to paint using color (art), but you said that wouldn’t do it for you (something like that). Then I thought of you writing a poem, but I think you didn’t respond to that idea receptively either. So, next, I had an image of you in my mind digging in wet dirt as in preparing to plant something in the ground.
I imagined your hands in the wet, cold mud and you feeling connection to the ground, maybe feeling cold air (if it’s cold where you are) on your face.
The idea is to undo the isolation within, as in being an overthinking, isolated entity and CONNECT with the outside.
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anitaParticipantSo good to read back from you, Dear Going Through Life!
I am fine, thank you. Please post again after the exam. I understand you putting all your time there, wishing you the best on the exam, my friend 🌟📚✨💪📖🌈✨🧠💫🤞
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anitaParticipant* The original Pookie — the one from the 1940s, the one who wonders about Santa — was always a rabbit. Only in the Sandra Boynton series, which is completely unrelated to the original Pookie books, Pookie is a piglet. Hmm
anitaParticipantDear Roberta:
Thank you for the message. I read that the original “Pookie” was published in 1946, a classic British children’s books (I don’t remember coming across as a child. I may have, there’s so much that I don’t remember).
Pookie is a tiny, lonely white rabbit who is different from all the others — he has little wings, but they are too weak for him to fly. Feeling sad and out of place, he leaves the forest to find somewhere he belongs. During a storm, he is discovered by a kind young girl named Belinda, who takes him home, dries him off, and gives him love and comfort. With Belinda’s care and encouragement, Pookie slowly gains confidence. His wings grow stronger, and eventually he learns to fly 🐰✨
The Christmas‑themed Pookie book is titled “Pookie Believes in Santa Claus”, published on January 1, 2000. Here, Pookie is a small white rabbit 🐰with wings, not a pig.
As Christmas approaches, Pookie becomes puzzled because some of his friends insist that Santa Claus is real, even though their presents always seem to come from family and neighbors. Curious and determined to discover the truth, Pookie decides to go see for himself if Santa exists.
Along the way, he learns that Santa does exist — as a spirit of generosity, kindness, and joy that lives in the world and in the hearts of people who care about the well-being of others.
Is this indeed the gist of the story, Roberta?
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anitaParticipantHi Peter:
Itchy Boots (Noraly, a Dutch full-time traveler) rides her motorcycle up into the mountains of Kyrgyzstan toward Kel Suu, a remote lake at very high altitude. Because of the altitude, her bike loses a lot of power, so the ride is slow and difficult. Eventually she switches from her motorcycle to a horse to continue the journey 🐎.
In the second half of the video, when she’s riding the horse, there’s a moment where the horse starts to gallop across the open landscape, and she laughs out loud. It’s childlike, free, and honest moment. And it was that moment for you too, Peter: “joy arising without effort” (your words).
A rare, pure moment of freedom (freedom from ego/ thoughts, performance, worries), a moment of connection with nature (with canvas, roots, ocean), simple, unforced happiness (Flow), a human being fully alive in the present (or “to” 😊the present)
There’s no drama, no conflict, no negativity. Just a person experiencing beauty and letting it move through her. In a world full of noise and tension, that kind of moment feels like a breath of fresh air.
I wish you and I Peter, and everyone who may be reading this, more and more moments like that.
Watching the lake toward the end of the video, so quiet, silent with tall bare rock mountains all around…that’s the silent canvas.
You asked: “What do you think, can the way we use language change how we feel and engage with the ‘ocean’.”?
Like you suggested: use “AND” more often than “OR”. Maybe use “US” more often. For me, be less afraid to be spontaneously, child-like friendly (fearing lack of reciprocity or to be misunderstood, etc.) and type out right now, something like: Peter, I am so glad you had that moment of laughter. It’s making me smile right now, to know that you laughed and hoping you will laugh again and again! (and not worry about whether or not I answered your question, or whether my question was satisfactory to you).
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anitaParticipantYes, I agree, it is for the best.
About figuring things out, it’d take you placing no pressure on yourself to figure things out.
To remove the stress 😩 that fuels ⛽️ the confusion and overthinking.
And remember that the loving thing to do-for her sake- is to give her space at this time, for as long as you are Confused.
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January 13, 2026 at 8:37 am in reply to: “He initiated closeness, then disappeared — still hurting months later” #454117
anitaParticipantDear Adalie:
I am so sorry 😞 to read about the sad state of your marriage.
I am sad that you are in a situation where you’re treated so disrespectfully.
I am guessing he didn’t behave in these ways in the beginning?
You shard before that you’re living with him because of financial reasons. Sounds like you’re trapped in this situation?
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anitaParticipantQuite simple, a case of unrequited love, a one-sided love, that of a little girl’s love for her mother.
A love unreturned, unmatched, left alone to rot in isolation.
And nothing I could ever done about it, NO MATTER WHAT-
Like, no matter how intense, no matter how much.. there’s absolutely NOTHING I could have ever done about changing any of this.
Just couldn’t make her Love me. Long before she gave birth to it (me), it was not within her to love that thing she gave birth to.
anitaParticipant* a gap between hat she meant to me and what I meant to her
anitaParticipantI started this thread on Oct 9, 2025, three months and 3 days ago.
Things have changed since. I had to say goodbye to a 4 years and 2 months way of life.
And after that goodbye, I said hello to a new person in my life: a 6-month old beagle 🐕
I feel the least need I ever had to talk about “my” Mother (she’s never been “mine”).
She’s never, ever been mine.
What I mean by it is that I understand now the huge. Huge. I mean huge GAP between what she meant to me, and what I meant to her.
In simple words, she was EVERYTHING to me, and I was NOTHING to her.
She had actually said it: “You are a Nothing, a Zero, a one big zero”.
She meant, looking back, that to her I was a Nobody, a Nothing. That was her experience of me, and that’s what she told me in so many ways, over so many years.
It all comes down to just this one thing: a GAP between what she meant to me-
And what she meant to me.
I am not even blaming her for feeling that I was a Nobody, a Nothing.
I just want to accept this reality. Just because it was what it was.
To her, sincerely (on her part, how she felt), I was.. Nothing.
There’s nothing I could have done about it back then and nothing I can do about it now.
That she once in a while tried to FOOL me and lie to me, saying words she didn’t mean, like she.. what did she say, words like she loved me, something like that.. Did she ever say that?
No, she didn’t and she hadn’t. And there was nothing I could have ever done about it.
So, it’s no longer about who’se the good guy; who’se the bad me within her.
And I can’t blame her for not feeling what she didn’t feel.
If only. But she didn’t.
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It’s like.. a no meeting of the minds case. I loved her; She was my Everything. She didn’t; I was Nothing to her. Just an obligation (to feed, to clothe, etc.), that and nothing else.It just so happened. No indication of my .. lack of worth; just an indication of what was NOT in her heart.
No longer resisting this simple, terrible truth.
🤍 Anita
anitaParticipantThinking about you and your son, Alessa. Hoping your son is better and that your courage gets you from one moment to the next 🙏🤍✌️. Anita
anitaParticipantHow are you, Nichole???
anitaParticipant“Keep my head down at work”, you wrote.
Maybe there is a middle way, Tom, in between those loud, screaming and shouting personalities at work AND keeping one’s head down?
A middle way that Tom can do very well before he turns 40?
🤍 Anita
anitaParticipantThinking about you. Going Through Life 🤍
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