Polytrichum commune
Prover 1
Thin, floating, fleeting, nervous.
A kind of artist, not grounded.
Likes to flee, but looks for the light in the darkness.
Lives too much in his head, in a fantasy world, like an artist or scientist.
Hypersensitive emotional syndrome.
Hypersensitivity, leading to irritation.
Voice high pitched, thin.
Lives in his head.
Can not bind himself to others, although having many contacts and friends.
Anubis, Hermes.
Anxious, lamenting.
Whiplash.
Asthma.
Fear their loved one will leave them, run away because they were not loving and sweet enough, because they also had their own ideas and then afterwards they keep on searching for an answer for the event.
Emotional states, post traumatic stress syndromes by being left by their loved ones because of not been loving enough.
Prover 2
Touching the plant it feels like a nice caterpillar, soft, alive, holding still.
A rosary in my hands. Saying the rosary, in a small community in a church, for a friend of ours died recently.
I cannot stop caressing you, little caterpillar-plant. Only in one direction, upwards.
It greens, it grows. Meanwhile, close by, something dies. Begetting a child while a parent of the young couple has died recently. Mourning mixes with joy. Lust mixes with despair. Everything iss natural. Beginnings and ends meet.
It happens without your will, you have no power to intervene, you didn‘t make the plan. The dying stay, the dead are left behind, only the living move on.
I caress you, therefore I feel myself, therefore I am alive, therefore I am not alone.
The ground under my feet is hard, red, stony. (Desert) Nights are cold, days are hot. I carry all my clothes, and that is all I have, while crossing the desert from some place to another place. No animals, just a small group of people walking silently.
Prover 3
While I continue to caress one of the two moss twigs I hold, the other one gently slides from my hand. Slowly, very slowly, but unstoppable. I can only take care of one. I take care of the healthier one, the firmer one. It is not my decision which one I take care of. It‘s nature‘s decision. The weak one stays behind, the strong one survives.
It was not my decision (as I constantly repeat telling myself) which one to leave behind. Nature decides, health decides. You have to let go what is about to lose life. And give your strength to the stronger one, the one who will survive.
You are both my children. I had to leave one behind. No, it was not me doing that actively. The child itself stayed behind. It was not fit enough. It was not healthy enough to survive.
Every night I tell myself that it was not up to me, so I avoid feeling guilty. Night after night, when I stay awake. Nature has decided I tell myself.
Nevertheless, my heart is heavy, it strikes irregularly, I suffer from lack of air. My chest feels narrow. Breathing costs effort.
Prover 4
A delicate woman who has been hurt has formed a wall around herself
The hurting is locked in, not visible to the outside
Very delicate and vulnerable
Sadness that passes by
Contact and no contact
Speaking, it's hard to put into words
Afraid to be let down
Prover 5
Borderless, boundless, endless, limitless.
No identity.
Something between existing and non existing.
No consciousness and contact.
Archaic.
Porver 6
Hook, halberd, fishy smell.
Frozen in fear.
In a dark cold forest, one looks through fog - a beaten army on his way back.
Image: Lord of the Rings, the battle of Helm's gorge (Stronghold), a huge Orc army on the way to the fortress, frozen in fear.
Fight like a brave do not be slave... (Music: Red hot Chilly Peppers).
Helms gorge, a huge, powerful wall behind which one can hide and protect oneself - stand together against this enemy.
One has to watch something terrible.
Tears in my eyes.
One lives, has survived, how beautiful; life is a gift, praise life.
Analysis
Phase 3: pleasing, loving.
Phase 7: left alone.
Stage 9: scientist; searching for answers.