A Safe Place
Posted By a starsoul on February 8, 2010
Before we start any therapeutic process, we would establish a safe place that the client can go anytime during the session. It is critical, it was said, and I do understand it — A place which is completely safe and secure; a place that nobody or nothing can get in, is all for protection.
While learning it and using it, I keep wondering to myself – Where is my safe place?
Some told me their safe place is actually changing. Every time it is different. I found this quite amazing. What does this tell me?
One answer I found in mind is that: Maybe, for this particular individual, the whole world is a safe place?
Is that possible? Or is that not? Classroom didn’t further illustrate us anything. But think about it, for an innocent soul, who sees the whole physical world safe and secure and beautiful and amazing, why do we tell them the world isn’t safe in the first place and ask them to find a safe haven in it? It makes little sense to me personally.
Every time when instructed, I always go to one place that I’ve established in my mind. It’s an imaginary terrace on a Greek island, to be specific, I’d be in a hammock under the sun… but why would I mind anybody or anything getting there? If they can manage to find their way to my imaginary place, they must be mostly welcome.
Maybe I haven’t got it. Maybe I don’t really need protection.
Connection, rather than protection, rings more true to me.
Think about it, if we see the world with love, everything and everyone becomes either an expression of love, or a cry for love, that includes violence, anger, hatred….
I think about my earlier travel years. I hitchhiked my way around in remote villages in southern Mexico as that was the only economic way to visit those small sized middle-of-nowhere silent Mayan ruins… I arrived at midnight in Santiago-de-Cuba and got on a cranky cab with a crazy black driver without exactly knowing where I was going. “To a casa particular,” I earlier told him. I realized that it either looked like we’d end up in an accident or I’d be robbed… I took an overnight long distance bus trip in south China. The sleepers were extremely narrow and I was pushed to a corner by a big guy who owned the bus… I could always find a way to transform those not so favourable moments, because, in those earlier innocent days, I had no fear. I had only compassions. There was knowingness in me innately that I just knew how to handle those situations.
I am not sure if I can still do that after I finally learnt and kind of accepted by my subconscious that the world is not a safe place. There are still quite some unlearning work to do.
If you meet everyone at where they are with understanding, everyone has this potential to shine their inner light. I wish I had never lost this wisdom.
No, I don’t need protection. I love connection. I mentally go to my hammock on my sunny terrace in a Greek island purely for fun.
I wonder if I can ask my fellow therapists to rename it to a “fun place”.
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