It's been several days, but it's taken me this long to really process enough to put the session into words.

We talked about grief. That there isn't a foreseeable end point to this.

I shared a profoundly moving and healing image that's been coming to me, and how difficult it is to embrace and accept that healing. T called it powerful and then had the wisdom to let it be. I'm glad because in my memory, speaking that image aloud just sits there as itself without need for more words to explain or define it or water it down.

We talked about strength and spiritual self and the conflict I'm feeling between my practical self and these spiritual-emotional experiences, and how the cultural background of my childhood didn't really have space for those kinds of experiences.

And she called me out a little on the way I was trying to juggle and express my thoughts on the choices I need to make next.

A lot of big ideas packed into a small space. I was worn out afterward. Still am.