Safe space, my space
17 October 2009 8 Comments
I just read this article by Judith Gayle, who is as ever amazingly frank and astute:
We humans have various energy fields that overlap: physical, emotional, mental. Each has its own frequency, existing as layers in a single space. Emotions have a resonant signal; they attract more of the same, and send signals to those who match, drawing them in. Fear is a particularly dense vibration; a teeth-rattling one. It works like a magnet to pull more fear toward it. Literally, that’s how we get ‘what we deserve.’
When we choose to connect with people, we make a choice to share energy fields, and we take it on faith that they’ll be respected. We all have such spaces be they in the home, in the work place, the car, or even in the mind or the psyche. The dreamspace it seems to me is one such space where possibilities we don’t even consider can get played out. Likewise, this blog is a similar space, as I wrote recently about my 100-Acre Wood.
Too bad if people think the psychic drain of coming down with the flu is trivial. You don’t know me, and you don’t know my circumstances. Sometimes, especially when I’m trying to maintain my sanity by typing in bed (I haven’t been able to get out for five days), the stories don’t come out right or as clearly as I want them to. As I said from the beginning, it’s a space for me to think, and feel, aloud. If you don’t like what I’m thinking or feeling or how I’m saying it, you’re not obliged to hang around, but don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t be doing.
Image: Screenshot from Citizen Kane.