Kate Oliverさんのインスタグラム写真 - (Kate OliverInstagram)「For a week, I drove past scores of goldenrod on my way to work. I wanted to cut a big bunch for my favorite blue vase, a reminder to savor these last days of summer. I craved their beauty. And I drove past the goldenrod everyday. Hundreds of yellow blooms. Healing from trauma is the strangest thing. You get free. You stop walking through life, making all of your choices and decisions from a state of fight or flight or freeze or fawn. Getting free like this — at first — felt really good. But who was I, if I wasn’t making choices from inside a shroud of trauma? Which parts of me were ME, and which parts were a product of others’ pain? Was I someone who picked flowers from the side of the road, or did I pick them because I was trying to pretend my life was something it wasn’t? This morning, I packed my gardening shears in my bag. On the way home, I stood with my back to the traffic coming off the interstate, my cotton dress swirling around my knees, cutting a bunch of goldenrod. I brought it home, slipped my hands into leather shop gloves, and stripped the stems of their leaves. I filled my blue vase with water and arranged the goldenrod and brought it inside. I sat nearby and finished my work, admiring the vibrancy of the blooms. I have spent many years undoing what has been done to me. Those parts were not mine. But the parts of me that wanted to give and receive love even when I hadn’t been shown how, to get help, to grow, to heal, those are real. Those are me. They are the parts that love to pick flowers and bring them home just so I can bask in their beauty. I’m still here . . . and I am free. #writer #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #writerslove #healingthroughart #innerchildhealing #traumaandrecovery #arttherpy #flowertherapy #healingthroughwords #artistshome」9月15日 7時00分