Yesterday, I mentioned safe enough spaces at the end of my post. I deliberately did not write “safe spaces” because no spaces are completely safe. In every space, we take risks if we expose our vulnerability and humanity. The more we do that, the more we make the space safe enough for others.
I try to make my Coping and Healing groups safe enough spaces, and yesterday people felt safe enough to share conflicting opinions about getting the COVID vaccines. We all survived our differences and people felt safe enough to stay connected with each other.
Later in the day, I felt safe enough to finally make it to the safe enough sand bar I can see from my home (and which I felt safe enough to write about earlier this week in this post).
Many times, I have tried to get to that safe enough sand bar by unsuccessfully trying to locate its starting point across the safe-enough bay. Yesterday, I had the brilliant and long-overdue idea to walk through some water during low tide and access the sand bar from its end point near me.
Instead of telling myself, “WHY DIDN’T YOU THINK OF THIS BEFORE?”, I made my mind a safe enough space by enjoying the experience, moment by moment.
I hope you feel safe enough to accompany me on this adventure through safe enough spaces.
I discovered that I had been SO CLOSE to discovering the beginning point of the sand bar on a previous exploration, but had turned back when I saw that “no trespassing sign, which made the space not safe enough.
If I had felt safe enough to keep exploring past that scary sign (which referred to something else), I would have discovered the beginning of the sand bar months ago. I feel safe enough to share, here and now, that I trust my process and am happy it happened exactly the way it did.
Do you see safe enough spaces in the rest of my images today?
I assume that this is a safe enough space to share that I am Jewish and that I will start celebrating Passover in an unconventional way starting at sundown tonight.
Yesterday, I wrote about the color blue. My true-blue reader, Maureen, wrote this in a response:
I’m intrigued by how strongly the political parties in the United States are associated with the colors red and blue. Do you think that avid Republicans could ever feel that blue is their favorite color? or do people’s political associations affect their color preferences?
I am an avid Democrat and my favorite color is red, as you can see from the photos I’m sharing today.
If my country doesn’t turn blue this year, I’ll be thinking thoughts like today’s Daily Bitch, turning red in anger and embarrassment.
Here‘s a definition of “modern” from the modern Merriam-Webster website:
1 a : of, relating to, or characteristic of the present or the immediate past : CONTEMPORARY the modern American family b : of, relating to, or characteristic of a period extending from a relevant remote past to the present time modern history 2 : involving recent techniques, methods, or ideas : UP-TO-DATE modern methods of communication 3 capitalized : of, relating to, or having the characteristics of the present or most recent period of development of a language Modern English 4 : of or relating to modernism : MODERNIST Modern art has abandoned the representation of recognizable objects.
Speaking of recognizable objects, do you see anything that represents “modern” in these modern images, as I try to stay sane during these modern times?
Because I am the model of a very modern group therapist, I used that magic wand in my Coping and Healing group yesterday, so we could make modern wishes for our modern times.
Have you ever experienced a stranger time with so much danger? Above all, there is danger because of the stranger in the White House.
Do you see stranger danger in today’s images?
I am having an echocardiogram today at 3 to discover whether COVID-19 has damaged my heart, which is stranger than yours. Everyone will be wearing masks during this procedure, so that strangers won’t cause danger to each other. Even though masks might make us look and feel stranger, it’s the strangest behavior in the world not to wear one to reduce danger to oneself and others.
The stranger in the White House is endangering countless lives of strangers with his stranger and stranger behavior. If you are voting for him, nothing is stranger to me.
In case those lyrics are debatable, here they are:
Those smug little men with their smug little schemes They forgot one thing: The play isn’t over by a long shot yet! There are heroes in the world, Princes and heroes in the world, And one of them will save us. Wait and see! Wait and see!
There won’t be trumpets or bolts of fire To say he’s coming. No Roman candles, no angels’ choir, No sound of distant drumming. He may not be the cavalier, Tall and graceful, fair and strong. Doesn’t matter, just as long as he comes along!
But not with trumpets or lightning flashing Or shining armor. He may be daring, he may be dashing, Or maybe he’s a farmer. We can wait, what’s another day? He has lots of hills to climb. And a hero Doesn’t come till the nick of time!
Don’t look for trumpets or whistles tooting To guarantee him! There won’t be trumpets, but sure as shooting You’ll know him when you see him! Don’t know when, don’t know where, And I can’t even say that I care! All I know is, the minute you turn And he’s suddenly there, There won’t be trumpets! There are no trumpets! Who needs trumpets?
It’s debatable whether I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep until enough of those smug little men with their smug little schemes are defeated. There won’t be trumpets but there’ll be celebrating in many houses, including this one, when that finally happens.
If you want to debate anything in this debatable post, please leave a comment below.
My gratitude is not debatable, so thanks to everyone, including YOU.
I’m also the mother of Aaron and the ex-wife/friend of Leon for life.
I am a member of my high school class for life and I’m looking forward to tonight’s Zoom reunion. I’m also a show-off for life, so I’ll be singing my original song “We Grew Up in the Sixties and We’re in Our Sixties Now.”
Other things I am for life:
The wife of Michael.
A lover of the sea.
Somebody who believes in the healing power of groups.
A picture taker.
I’m a fan of Michael’s cooking for life and that’s vegetarian meatloaf!
I’m also a musical comedy geek for life, so this song is now running through my head:
I’m also an optimist for life, so I’m hoping people will be dancing together in the streets again, some day.
Finally, I am grateful for life and for all of you!