I don't know about solace. I think I did show her a path that she can walk on at her pace to get unstuck. We spoke Saturday evening, it was a good chat in which I role played as Rama and what I felt he might say to me if I were Anne. I felt that my guides were guiding me through the chat. Then I wrote the poem which I shared with Anne after it published. She texted me this after reading it:

"Crying! Relief, surrender, unbearable fatigue, like the Fontenelle on a baby‘s head you pressed down, and it finally hit my brain. I asked God to forgive my arrogance!
The question is… Will I ever stop sheltering in place? ❤️"

I'm glad you thought of Anne from the title. Most that I interact with here these days were not around May through October 2023, the period of life support through passing.