Every Tuesday morning I go for a walk around my neighborhood. It has become a wonderful weekly ritual and one I look forward to every Tuesday.
A few weeks ago on my walk, I came across a little path that led behind a few houses. It was a walking path that winds through one of the little neighborhoods. If one crosses a little bridge off the path, they will find this field, tucked away among the townhouses and a power plant.
Something about it called me in.
I found a little path among what I think are dried soybeans, and spent time in prayer, grounding myself there that morning.
Since then, I decided to come back every week.
The next week I went back, I was finishing up my grounding and a man and his dog were passing by on the path behind me.
He asked if I lived in the area and told me that if I crossed the bridge as I had been and went a little further down the path toward the energy plant, I would find myself in another field. If I gazed into the forest on the lefthand side, I might glimpse a little structure among the trees.
As one solitary type to another, he encouraged I check out the structure for myself; I might take some amazing photos there as the sun came up.
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The next week, I took the man's advice and found myself in a new field.
The sun was a bit dodgy, but I managed to snap this photo. I love the way the light plays across the field.
I walked slowly along, not wanting to miss what I was looking for (especially since I wasn't exactly sure what that was).
Then I saw it.
It looked like a ramshackle little tree house, hand-built and across a little stream.
I did attempt to cross the stream on a fallen tree trunk...but let's skip that part. I got a little scared and ended up finding a shallow bit to pick my way across instead. ;)
Once I got across, I was greeted by a strange and somewhat eerie feeling. Like this place was built to host hushed conversations and intimate moments between friends.
There were two little computer chairs sitting out front. I passed them by and crossed under the supporting branch to climb up into the little treehouse.
There was something so conflicted and adolescent about the place. It made me a little sad that I didn't have this sort of a place when I was younger.
But it also got me to thinking that I can surely have a Safe Haven now. It is something I know everyone searches for, that I've been searching for for years and years.
I can manifest that Safe Haven for myself. I can manifest it through deep breathing, through yoga, through meditation, through time in nature and time spent with Creator.
I can manifest a Safe Haven through healthy relationships, through spending time with those who encourage positivity and productivity, through time spent in uplifting atmospheres and doing what I love.
How amazing is that??
But I can also go back to this ramshackle little tree house and clean it up a bit. Get it back to being a bit cleaner so that anyone who might know of it can carry some peace in knowing that it is there for them.
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I know how important a Safe Haven is and I hope this blog can be a little bit of one for me. For anyone reading this.
