Moss, I haven’t painted it yet. I just woke up this morning and a toilet was in my mind so it went out and I took a photo of the one that we’re trying to give away.
Before it’s gone, I should snag myself and do art with it.
She woke up feeling wonderful today. I have this remedy from a friend. You put a few drops in the belly button and let it absorb. It's called "defense." We are well. Thank you Abby!
Yes, I can send you some. It is from a company called REVIVE. I will put some in the mail, we have plenty ... it could be good! Yes, you can do it yourself but I needed Autumn to find my belly button, Ha!
A timely message, Prajna. Toilets are, shall we say, grounding? Everyone needs one. We all need to purge -- and sometimes the purging is profound and sometimes it's the mundane of day-to-day living. One foot in front of another. I think a toilet like the one you show, would make a beautiful planter for tangled wildflowers. Libby reminds me of tangled wild flowers . . . I hope that she is feeling better today. Big hugs to you both.
Thank you Stephanie, Yes, Libby is wonderful. Yes at time a big purge or one foot in front of thew other. Many days a dance breaks out of nowhere, this is my favorite - like today. I just post "Sweet Honey in the Rock" so excited we will see them live.
This comment is from an email reader who has not downloaded the app yet but wants to contribute to this conversation on toilets, purging, dreams, feelings, music, and medicinal tobacco ceremony:
I couldn’t believe it when I opened your email to the image of a toilet!
I had my first toilet dream. I’ve had toilet dreams before but over the years they have faded to nearly never. Since the tobacco ceremony they are now occurring several times a week. In the dreams I’m desperately trying to scrub shit off a toilet before people walk in a see me. I’m scrubbing and scrubbing and literally can’t get it clean, more appears the harder I clean. Each time, same dream, different toilets/locations/people watching. When they occurred before, I associated them with feelings of embarrassment and shame and now they are back.
Over the years I discovered the Japanese tradition of daily toilet cleaning as a sign of good fortune… so as an early riser I diligently clean both my toilets every morning at around 5.30-6am. Not obsessively, but it’s definitely a firm routine. I do it before anything else, morning coffee anything. It helps me feel calm and prepared to start the day. Whilst writing that it sounds so weird.
Also a few days after the ceremony I started to have an unusual feeling. An emotion I couldn’t quite put my finger on or name… it felt like it was building and I couldn’t grasp what it was. I’m well used to fear or sadness. It took several weeks to identify what I was actually experiencing was…. anger!!! I have a burning, boiling bubble of rage in my stomach at all times and literally don’t know what to do with it!!! I have a variety of tools to deal with anxiety… but I have absolutely no idea how to deal with it and/or how to shift rageI!!!!!!
I remembered I had pre booked tickets to see Nessi Gomes live. I only know about Nessi from my husband attending your Spain retreat several years ago. He came home with her name as music I might like. Since then I listen to her album nearly every day. Her music speaks directly to my soul. But since I was feeling so dreadful, I very nearly didn’t go. I didn’t want to face seeing her live. But my god when she walked on stage I completely cracked. For the first time since the tobacco ceremony I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed throughout. Words cannot describe her voice and presence. It’s like she is directly channelling something higher than her human self.
You were also in my thoughts throughout. Then I got home and saw your email…
Phew… I don’t know how I feel today. I’m exhausted to the extreme. I’m functioning, and my family wouldn’t know what’s going on internally. Dinners are being made, laundry is being done etc… but I’m scared about how I might feel tomorrow and the day after that. After years and years of trying to heal and thinking I was finally ‘ok’, I’m know I’m not. I don’t expect you to solve anything. But I thought I’d finally touch base… I couldn’t not.
Something big is moving through....
Sending you and your daughters all my love. Keep holding them close. I’m holding my daughters close to me too. I also hold them, one in each arm while they fall asleep every night.
Hey... Libby has a beautiful smile. I am happy to see you posting today. I love the crapper art. Wish I'd thought to do that when we changed ours out.
Yes, I will do this and post when done. Thank you Moss - love.
Moss, I haven’t painted it yet. I just woke up this morning and a toilet was in my mind so it went out and I took a photo of the one that we’re trying to give away.
Before it’s gone, I should snag myself and do art with it.
Had a friend who did that once for the bathtub .
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Oh, oops I guess I got distracted by the kids while reading. I do think it's a great idea and can't wait to see yours
I totally understand. Yes, this is from the internet but I have a vision! Thank you Moss.
Thank you for your love for Libby Joy, your other children and us your readers!!
Kathleen, I am so glad to have you here. Thank you so much for your kind words really I mean it. I’m touched.
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Great share, Prajna! Toilet art, what a great idea.
Thanks for reading Lila, as an artist I can see you jazzing up the toilet garden.
Please paint mine next.
I would love to. A great idea for a yard full of old toilets like the movie 'The Maid.'
Ha! A toilet painting party / ceremony. I’m in! 🌹
Yes! Maybe I shouldn’t reference the maid but I love the toilet scene and the shit pie to the white women
Very glad Libby mut be better now, after a snuggly night with her mother.
She woke up feeling wonderful today. I have this remedy from a friend. You put a few drops in the belly button and let it absorb. It's called "defense." We are well. Thank you Abby!
Good! Drops of what? Can we do it to ourselves?
Yes, I can send you some. It is from a company called REVIVE. I will put some in the mail, we have plenty ... it could be good! Yes, you can do it yourself but I needed Autumn to find my belly button, Ha!
Mine is in there somewhere. I'll use a mirror. and thank you!
Oh, I see the typo button not bottom.
Only you could make a post about a toilet… sing 💕 🎵 Thank you!
Ha! Amanda! I imagine there are those who make a post while on the toilet.
I admit to a text or so...
Thx
A timely message, Prajna. Toilets are, shall we say, grounding? Everyone needs one. We all need to purge -- and sometimes the purging is profound and sometimes it's the mundane of day-to-day living. One foot in front of another. I think a toilet like the one you show, would make a beautiful planter for tangled wildflowers. Libby reminds me of tangled wild flowers . . . I hope that she is feeling better today. Big hugs to you both.
Thank you Stephanie, Yes, Libby is wonderful. Yes at time a big purge or one foot in front of thew other. Many days a dance breaks out of nowhere, this is my favorite - like today. I just post "Sweet Honey in the Rock" so excited we will see them live.
Beautiful message, love the toilet : )
Thank you Lulu, seemed appropriate to make the crapper beautiful...
This comment is from an email reader who has not downloaded the app yet but wants to contribute to this conversation on toilets, purging, dreams, feelings, music, and medicinal tobacco ceremony:
I couldn’t believe it when I opened your email to the image of a toilet!
I had my first toilet dream. I’ve had toilet dreams before but over the years they have faded to nearly never. Since the tobacco ceremony they are now occurring several times a week. In the dreams I’m desperately trying to scrub shit off a toilet before people walk in a see me. I’m scrubbing and scrubbing and literally can’t get it clean, more appears the harder I clean. Each time, same dream, different toilets/locations/people watching. When they occurred before, I associated them with feelings of embarrassment and shame and now they are back.
Over the years I discovered the Japanese tradition of daily toilet cleaning as a sign of good fortune… so as an early riser I diligently clean both my toilets every morning at around 5.30-6am. Not obsessively, but it’s definitely a firm routine. I do it before anything else, morning coffee anything. It helps me feel calm and prepared to start the day. Whilst writing that it sounds so weird.
Also a few days after the ceremony I started to have an unusual feeling. An emotion I couldn’t quite put my finger on or name… it felt like it was building and I couldn’t grasp what it was. I’m well used to fear or sadness. It took several weeks to identify what I was actually experiencing was…. anger!!! I have a burning, boiling bubble of rage in my stomach at all times and literally don’t know what to do with it!!! I have a variety of tools to deal with anxiety… but I have absolutely no idea how to deal with it and/or how to shift rageI!!!!!!
I remembered I had pre booked tickets to see Nessi Gomes live. I only know about Nessi from my husband attending your Spain retreat several years ago. He came home with her name as music I might like. Since then I listen to her album nearly every day. Her music speaks directly to my soul. But since I was feeling so dreadful, I very nearly didn’t go. I didn’t want to face seeing her live. But my god when she walked on stage I completely cracked. For the first time since the tobacco ceremony I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed throughout. Words cannot describe her voice and presence. It’s like she is directly channelling something higher than her human self.
You were also in my thoughts throughout. Then I got home and saw your email…
Phew… I don’t know how I feel today. I’m exhausted to the extreme. I’m functioning, and my family wouldn’t know what’s going on internally. Dinners are being made, laundry is being done etc… but I’m scared about how I might feel tomorrow and the day after that. After years and years of trying to heal and thinking I was finally ‘ok’, I’m know I’m not. I don’t expect you to solve anything. But I thought I’d finally touch base… I couldn’t not.
Something big is moving through....
Sending you and your daughters all my love. Keep holding them close. I’m holding my daughters close to me too. I also hold them, one in each arm while they fall asleep every night.
Wow! Thank you dear reader and Prajna for sharing this. POWERFUL! ❤️
Thank you, Lila, that was only a half of it, but the rest out of context might not be understood so I left it out.
She is with us
Thank you!
I love this braided piece that follows the threads of your lived experience. I can relate. So much here to chew on. 💜ing the painted toilet too.
Hi Rhaine,
Thank you for reading and for your kind words, yes purging as art! We all need this. Sending love,
P