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anitaParticipantOkay, so when using my phone, pink appears red. Let’s try blue heart 🩵
anitaParticipant* using my phone 📱, thought it was a pink heart 💕 (not red)
anitaParticipantAdult Anita (AA): Girl 👧 Anita GA), I love you, today, tomorrow, every day forevermore. I am on your side always. You are never alone.
GA: I don’t remember ever not being alone. Any togetherness was short- lived and evaporated quickly, so quickly, and I was terribly 😔 alone yet again.
AA: Never Alone Again.
GA: Never Alone Again, NAA 😊
AA: YEA 🙂 I would like you to express more about how it was. Will you tell me?
GA: Just Alone.
Mother-not was otherwise, elsewhere occupied. Left me Alone, and no matter what, she stayed apart from me. Distance, big, uncompromising distance that’s always there.
Weird, don’t know what was worse: the abuse or the distance, the terrible alone-ness.
AA: What would Little Girl Anita 👧 say right now?
LGA: Help me Ima (mommy). I am scared. Help me!!!
AA: I am here, little girl. I am here with you.
LGA: (breathing shallow.. calming down) Where is Ima??? I want my Ima!
AA: I am your Ima, little girl. I am the one. Here with you. Always here with you 💗
LGA: Oh okay. Oh, okay.
(End of exercise)
anitaParticipant* Something to say.
anitaParticipantHa-ha, Thomas. I don’t remember myself smiling today until just now, and it’s already evening.
You are so funny 😁 Thomas (still a big smile on my face). Thank you for it 😊 and for this thread.
So, the 4 monks spoke because each one had something to sat.
“Itmay be time for me to be silent”- 🤫 not for long, I hope!
🙏✨️🙏 Anita
anitaParticipantTo add. Peter: I like your answer to the child in regard to Santa 🎅
Another thing, black and white, all or nothing binary thinking is just right for the understanding of simple, black and white situations.
It distorts the understanding of complex situations though, so context and nuance matter.
Roberta- I wonder 🤔 if my comment about little girl Roberta made you uncomfortable, like maybe it was too personal coming from a person you never met in real-life?
I would love feedback on that. From you too, Peter: do I come across too personal, too close at times, making you feel uncomfortable?
🤔 😳 Anita
January 13, 2026 at 4:12 pm in reply to: “He initiated closeness, then disappeared — still hurting months later” #454142anitaParticipantThe reason I asked, dear Adalie, is that I was thinking 🤔, if it’s not only that you are dependent on him financially, but he is dependent on you as well, you have some power in the situation.
Also thinking- when he approaches you sexually like you described and knowing you don’t like it, I hope that you don’t let him use your body that way. He doesn’t have that right!
🤍 Anita
January 13, 2026 at 2:05 pm in reply to: “He initiated closeness, then disappeared — still hurting months later” #454138anitaParticipantCan he manage financially living on his own?
anitaParticipantDear Alessa:
I am glad his fever broke, sad you have it now 😔
Thank you for the guidance, Alessa. Bogart is not in that place where he’d definitely listen to me. He’s a beagle, led by his nose, which makes it more difficult than it is with other dogs.
In less than an hour, I’ll be with him on his very first vet appointment here. Got to get ready.
Please take good care of yourself, Alessa!!!
🤍🌸✨Anita
anitaParticipantYour words, Grandmother Roberta, make me think of a little red- hair little girl Roberta 👧🏻
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.
🤍 Anita
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.
? Anita
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 🌟📚✨💪📖🌈✨🧠💫🤞
🤍 Anita
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?
🤍 Anita
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