Holding satsang with

Some parts of me I explore holding satsang with:

A sense of weakness, fatigue, lack of grounding, spaciness.

An energetic sense of something that hasn’t quite “landed” in and around my head, that’s afraid of landing.

Small, incompetent, weak. Feeling small with male authorities, disappointed with female authorities.

Out of integrity, afraid, avoidant, not open.

Fear of meeting what’s here.

The part of me stressed, fearful, by the thought of having what I want. (Relationship, education, work, income, place to live.) The part thinking what I really want is too good for me.

Restlessness. Rootlessness. Fear of rootedness. Fear of what’s good. Fear of an easy, good relationship. Fear of an easy, good life.

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