not safe
We have both had the sense, as far as I can remember not actually spoken until sitting up in bed sipping coffee at four o'clock this morning, of 7H as a Safe Place, like a retreat,
a religious retreat where one withdraws for a Time and the world turns somewhere distant, unintrusive. The distance being more abstract than physical. Existential maybe, a place where one is in life that other people, even if in the same physical space, are not.
Why am I down this path. The existential bubble burst just over a month ago when life on the outside broke in here, and again Monday a week ago with a flash. In a sense, 7H doesn't seem so Safe anymore. But then, it happened once earlier, May 12, 2015. So I had simply slipped back into the illusion. A Safe Place is a sense then, not a reality, isn't it.
Intrusions today - - care plan meeting, TAFB barber shop, thoughts & fears
a religious retreat where one withdraws for a Time and the world turns somewhere distant, unintrusive. The distance being more abstract than physical. Existential maybe, a place where one is in life that other people, even if in the same physical space, are not.
Why am I down this path. The existential bubble burst just over a month ago when life on the outside broke in here, and again Monday a week ago with a flash. In a sense, 7H doesn't seem so Safe anymore. But then, it happened once earlier, May 12, 2015. So I had simply slipped back into the illusion. A Safe Place is a sense then, not a reality, isn't it.
Intrusions today - - care plan meeting, TAFB barber shop, thoughts & fears