• Hegemone said on Sep 15, 2009....

  Hmmm, well it's not necessarily a physical space, or maybe it is, I don't know, depends on how you look at it.  For me, there are two.  When things are pressing down on me and I need to get away, get some perspective, and let some things out, I go to my grandma's grave.  I guess it's just because I know nobody else will be there to bother me, it's her final resting place and I feel like I can sort of be 'alone with her' there.  The other would be going over to my horse, in her pasture, and just being with her.  True enough, she's always there.  Sitting out in the pasture with her, just letting her be and watching her, and thinking all the while, calms me and puts me in a more peaceful state.  Also, she is very sensitive to my moods and when I'm not OK you'd think she was a kitten the way she tries to cuddle, comfort, and be careful not to forget she's much bigger than me.  Those two 'places' are always there, they always make me feel better, and you're right, they do not judge me, interrupt me or stop me from letting it all out.

• Taste-The-Red-Hands said on Sep 15, 2009....

  hegemone - that's just beautiful =] I'm glad you have those places .

• moonriver said on Sep 15, 2009....

  inside my mind.
  
  i could be anywhere... alone in my bedroom, or waiting for someone in a small cafe, or on the bus with boisterous kids, or at my desk in a busy office, or in the middle of a milling crowd at tienanmen square 1989.
  
  what i need, simply, is enough time of mental silence, of quiet solitude, so that i can hear the timid whispers of my soul.
  enough time.
  sometimes i need just a few minutes.
  sometimes i need a whole year.
  (that did happen once, when i saw no one else for a year but my immediate family, and my beard decided to grow without my permission.)
  
  some call it meditation.
  others call it being in touch with your inner self.
  you call it going to your secret space.
  i call it becoming lost from everyone.
  twice i wrote a poem about it.
  
  hi netta... :-)
  
  

• UnicornForm said on Sep 15, 2009....

  hmm  outlets of energy for me.

• moonriver said on Sep 15, 2009....

  whoa, unicorn!
  you mean you're seeking solace in electrical sockets?
  be careful, lady, that's a dangerous hobby.
  
  

• AlleyCatMomma said on Sep 15, 2009....

  I suppose for me it's the bath. I can take so many baths in a day you'd think the water in my body would just decide it had gone back to it's origin and meld as one with the bath water. Sometimes my favorite thing is to sit in the bathtub not in stagnant water but instead with the shower going. Letting the water come down is almost like sitting in warm rain and if I'm crying it all runs together. The bath is some sort of safety zone but it has more to do with water I think than anything else. Maybe it's going back to the womb. In any case my thoughts are clearer and fresher and my body feels warm and protected.

• UnicornForm said on Sep 15, 2009....

  ha yea! you got it moon.
  Drain the energy into something productive.

• gingersoul said on Sep 15, 2009....

  Netta...i have to echo Moon....my secret place is my mind, and my memory.
  
  I have only to close my eyes and let my thoughts flow...
  Many times a book, a song, a movie help me to get there...
  
  Also being in front of this computer .....
  
  You'd  reminded me of something bittersweet...my sister used to have your same secret place...she would stay hours under a blanket in our closet room or in the tight closed space in the hall on the side of the home entrannce door..
  
  When we wouldn't find her anywhere...at the end we would always find her there..
  
  That silly sister of mine...
  
  Did i tell you you remind me of her also in the way you look? She had your same artistic nature, rebel attitude, huge heart,  crazy hair and stylish glasses...
  
  Thank you, Netta.
  

• Taste-The-Red-Hands said on Sep 15, 2009....

  All I can say is : =D

• queenparanoia said on Sep 16, 2009....

  i call my safety place my bubble... it's the place where i can't hear anyone but my thoughts... it so fragile that it would burst any moment... but it's my special place where i feel safe... :-)

  thanks for sharing your bubble... :-)

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