The room is clean, a candle is burning – the scent is eroko wood and moss. It is raining outside, and a ‘Relaxing Hang Drum Music for Meditation and Yoga’ video is playing from YouTube on my other tab.
I am on my period, bra-less, with tied up wet hair, wearing a face mask.
The scene is perfect for the pouring out of hearts. A safe place.
I find that although I have people that I would deem safe places for sharing – I still find myself censoring and toning down what is really in my heart and on my spirit.
So, to me, writing is the ultimate safe place.
My ultimate safe place.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 