So there is but fire In you, in me?

I remember when I first came across Wim Hof method as an invite on my FaceBook page. I had no interest in Wim. I thought that he was mad. Also, if I wanted to know how to be warm in the cold I should apply myself and learn Tummo! But curiosity got the better of me. And I think I began to be pulled in when I realized that even though WHM seems an absurd thing to do - it isn't complicated, and it is free!  The invite to learn WHM was offering a safe encounter with fear. That was my first thought anyway. And I knew that I needed that because therapy couldn't 'talk' to my body - and my body is where trauma lived. So I started watching YouTube videos called things like 'I did Wim Hof Method for thirty days and this is what happened'! The breathing looked hard work. And cold showers are grim regardless, and nothing about Wim Hof method made any sense to me, yet those thirty-day WHM YouTubers were happy. Worse, they said they thought they would continue, they said it

An envelope just fell through the door. I opened it in trepidation. Perhaps I've not noticed any good things recently, or it could well be true that only bad things have come my way since that January feeling. An almost palpable sense that someone had attached angel wings to my back and told me that I should do something about the various wrongs that have accrued in 2023. Call me Nemesis... I didn't want to do that. I prevaricated, I rationalised. I said 'it wont make the person(s) behave better to others, in fact I think it will make them more defensive and less kind.  I made one half hearted attempt to open up the issue. And received a reply that was quite frankly deranged. So here I am, opening up an envelope. No post mark to say where it was from. The writing looked a bit like mine. But anyway, inside there was a photo of me when I was about eleven; photos of my daughters, my first husband. No explanations. Nothing. Could have come from my sister? I assume they were sen