The strings along my neck wrap around ribs creating a tense stringy pulling sensation. It feels like taught rubber bands that if you cut would recoil with a zing. You know those police gun pouches that look kind of S&M’y, that go over cops arms and back to hold hidden guns…? That’s kind of where my stringy sinew is.
When I looked at the object – it is a card with a sheep on it whose wool is in a heart-shape and fluffy pink. It reminded me to soften my heart. I have been so concerned about guarding my heart that I honestly feel like it is pulling all of my tendons, veins, fascia, muscles and even bones to collapse in around it. Like a big magnet collecting everything but the kitchen sink.
where rivers are born 