We’re often told in different ways to lean in - to say yes, to show up, to push through, to toughen up. Less often we are reminded to anchor. To pause. To take stock. To rest.
This image reminds me of the kitchen table at my grandmother’s home when I was a child. This table was a place for laughter and tears, for sharing stories and giving comfort. The ceramic kettle was always warm and there was always tea, a milk jug, brown sugar and someone to listen.
Driving home from work tonight, I’d have given anything for a seat at this table. A chance to pause and feel safely held, even for a short while.
It reminded me that we all need a safe place.
A place to go. A place to be.
If you’ve had a challenging day, I hope this post has you thinking about what that safe space looks like for you. And if you don’t have one, then this is your invitation to find one or create one.
We all need a safe space. Self compassion often resides there.