What do I do when even the safest place feels unsafe, what then?
I feel safe in the engaging of a photo that I take. I can look without being seen, I can dance without being watched. It’s a safe place and will always be so… until, I want to push, to chance, to grow. To step outside of myself and be heard, be seen or to be together.
All that anxiety that I felt leading up to the capture falls into a calm after having have taken the picture—safety. I ponder, am I willing to open this calmness, this safety up to another’s eye or thoughts. Am I willing to share all that I see or feel with another and claim my part of togetherness when, in truth, togetherness feels so vulnerable and vulnerable does not feel safe? I have no answer in those mo- ments, but upon thought I can choose to believe that vulnerability can also feel brave and strong—it can feel needed, trusted and shared.
So, what is the most I can hope for when a safe place feels unsafe? That I’m not alone and that I belong.
I’m inviting all of you to take that chance, be vulnerable and claim your part of togetherness.