Well, I was sitting and coloring a mandala for T. I could feel how settled down my little stirred up part became. I/we colored and it was really pretty and I thought about what all the colors meant and imagined giving it to T when I see him and how much he would like it.

And then my 8 year old, who is my most artistic, sensitive child, looked over and said "that's REALLY pretty". And he's so sentimental and I knew he would really like to have it, so I asked if he would like it and he said yes and happily took it up to bed with him

I guess it worked out how it was supposed to. I really felt connected to T, my little part inside was soothed, and in the end, I connected with the little guy sitting right there next to me on the couch

I have more mandalas, so I'm just going to flow with it and see what happens...if I need to color another one, or if I'm okay for now.

It's so funny how things work out sometimes.