Safety has been uppermost in my thoughts lately, for many reasons:
Last night, at the beginning of a therapy group, I gave people a few minutes to mindfully focus on a real or imagined place that was safe for them. Since I never ask group members to do anything I am not willing to do, I also got a chance to take a little mind vacation. Usually, when I do that specific mindfulness exercise, I build, in my imagination, a location that includes:
- the beach,
- a tent that is open to a warm and soothing breeze,
- colorful pillows, and
- a cat, somewhere
… however, last night, in group, I visited a real place, from my memory:
(Photo of Garden in the Woods found here).
When I went to Garden in the Woods last night in my mind, I found a bridge over a beautiful brook where, many years ago, I took some time to be mindfully present, in the moment, using all my senses.
If you were to take a few minutes, right now, and go to a safe place in your mind, where might it be? What might you see, hear, smell, touch, feel, and experience there?
Last night, the people at the therapy group described real places, imagined places, lots of different places, as their “safe place.” Somebody also named “this group” as a safe place, which was wonderful for me to hear.
Here are some photos I took yesterday, on my way to and from work, with safety on my mind:
Those are all real photos; none of them are imagined places or things. However, for that last picture, I did imagine a Cold-Gear Monster* eating the last of the tuna noodle casserole.
What music could safely fit today’s topic? Here’s something:
If listening to “Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats, found safely here on YouTube, isn’t safe enough for you, I have another musical suggestion. Last night, as I felt the first drops of precipitation on my walk back to my car:
… I heard this song by Pat Metheny (whom I’m seeing in Worcester, Massachusetts, which probably doesn’t have such great drivers either, in two days):
If it feels safe enough to go there now, you can find the YouTube video of the Pat Metheny Group‘s “Spring Ain’t Here,” here.
And I agree with Pat. Spring ain’t here.
Thanks to everybody everywhere who is doing their best to stay safe enough, today (and I hope hope hope that includes you, too).
* “Cold-Gear Monster” is the best name I can come up with, in the moment, as I am trying to remember the name of that friggin’ thing (which I love, by the way) that goes around your neck to keep out the cold but which is NOT a scarf. Any ideas for a better name?