I think my totem would be the bachelor's degree hanging on my bedroom wall, which I only recently earned (2016) at the age of 52. It was a long time coming, and represents for me finally listening to myself as well as finally having the strength and courage to follow a path with no clear destination but that just feels right.
Don has me inspired to consider my Forest Therapy certificate as my anchor. I've been putting off hanging it up. I'm a pro at procrastination and indecision 😂
I can't believe I'm saying this...my anchor is Edgar, an absolutely atrocious oil portrait of my Grandfather that hung on my Grandmother's mantel until she died. It's ugly. No one in the family wanted it, but we couldn't toss it out. Everyone looked at me and said "it's yours, you do your ancestor work with it."
Somehow, every single home I've had, even when I lived in a 10' tiny home, had a perfect wall for him. He is my home. I hate the ugly picture, but he anchors my ancestor shrine, and anchors me.
Edgar is huge btw - 36"x50"...I can't believe this but as I read about your coffee cup, I knew...Edgar is my anchor. sigh. gotta love him.
I think my totem would be the bachelor's degree hanging on my bedroom wall, which I only recently earned (2016) at the age of 52. It was a long time coming, and represents for me finally listening to myself as well as finally having the strength and courage to follow a path with no clear destination but that just feels right.
Love this Don! “finally having the strength and courage to follow a path with no clear destination but that just feels right.”
Wow, your anchor is so powerful.
Don has me inspired to consider my Forest Therapy certificate as my anchor. I've been putting off hanging it up. I'm a pro at procrastination and indecision 😂
People need Sam Messersmith and her Forest Therapy! 🫶 and We both seem to be pros at both!😂
Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me. One of these days I'll get my stuff together LOL
You and me both!😉🫶
I can't believe I'm saying this...my anchor is Edgar, an absolutely atrocious oil portrait of my Grandfather that hung on my Grandmother's mantel until she died. It's ugly. No one in the family wanted it, but we couldn't toss it out. Everyone looked at me and said "it's yours, you do your ancestor work with it."
Somehow, every single home I've had, even when I lived in a 10' tiny home, had a perfect wall for him. He is my home. I hate the ugly picture, but he anchors my ancestor shrine, and anchors me.
Edgar is huge btw - 36"x50"...I can't believe this but as I read about your coffee cup, I knew...Edgar is my anchor. sigh. gotta love him.
Hmmm I don’t think I have a totem for the life I’m walking towards. This is something I’ll have to look for. Thank you.