In a previous post, I mentioned a type of meditation where I visit a safe place within my mind. I thought in this post I would take some time to describe what and where this place is.
My personal inner space has not changed throughout my entire life since I first discovered this method of visualization and meditation. That is not to say that qualities of the place haven’t changed, but the foundation is the same regardless of some of the trappings. It is not a real place in the physical world, but rather it is a fantasy that is real only in my mind. Within my mind, it has depth and breadth, though. It goes through the seasons in time with the real world as well, and has been built over decades into a place that is not just a safe and secure place, but is a feast for all of the senses.
Deep in the forest, high in the mountains is a single level home made of earth and trees.
A winding road leads the way up to this part of the forest, and there is a small turn off where you pull in and park. From there, you must hike the rest of the way in. Grocery and package deliveries are the way most supplies come in, and at the end of the small turn off, there is a large lock box for the deliveries to be set in to keep them safe from weather and animals until I can come to pick them up.
The forest is like the rainforests of my home, thick and wet, filled with draping moss and lichen and the damp smell of decay and growth. It is filled with lush ferns and trees of cedar, spruce, pine, and douglas fir.
Once you arrive, what you find is a cabin. Log cabin style, it sits in a clearing in the middle of the woods. As you step out of the trees, the cabin is in a cleared spot of land, a river just beyond the house trailing away through a valley between towering peaks in the distance.
Surrounding the house is a yard contained by a picket fence lined with a variety of herbs and plants and an arbor type of gate in the front. There is a large tree with a swing, and in the side yard there are laundry lines for hanging clothes to dry. On the other side of the house, nearest the river, there is a large fenced-in garden where I grow vegetables and other edibles.
At the back of the house is an attached conservatory/greenhouse much like the one in the movie Practical Magic, although that is where the resemblance with the movie ends. Entering the house through the conservatory, there is a kitchen with gas stove and modern fridge, a large farmhouse style sink and plenty of cabinets. Sometimes there is an island as well, other times there’s a large kitchen table instead.
It is an open floor plan, and the living room is comfortable, the interior a combination of dark wood and muted earthy colors joined with soft lines combined with hard surfaces. Clean. Organized. Fragrant with seasonal scents and wood. There is an open wood burning stonework fireplace, and large windows that look out at the river and valley in the distance. The ceiling is high with exposed beams.
All of these things are the same, and have remained the same for many, many years. There are things that change though, much like the alternating kitchen table and/or kitchen island.
These include whether the laundry lines at the side of the house are parallel or an “umbrella” style. Whether the tree with the swing is inside the yard, or outside of the yard. Whether or not there is a small dock at the edge of the river. The size of the cleared land that the house sets on, as sometimes the trees of the forest are quite close, and other times they are further back.
I rarely ever see the bedroom in this house, and thus I can’t really say if much changes there, but in the kitchen sometimes the appliances change, or the equipment within the house such as the stereo, television, computers, etc will change. Whether or not there is a library or the living room is lined in books has also changed a number of times over the years. And the seasons…. the seasons always change with the seasons in reality.
These are not conscious choices, but rather appear to happen depending on what I am needing at the time I retreat into this place. Funny enough? My boots in this place are always the same. Not sure why I notice this, but I do.
And there you have my safe place. That place I retreat to when everything becomes too much, or I need a “time out” to just breathe. There are no photos shared in this post, because this place is purely imaginary and honestly? I couldn’t find any photos that could do it justice.