I'm 64 yrs old, diagnosed bipolar/PTSD. In most of my counseling, guided meditation, etc, I've been told to seek a SAFE PLACE. Until a few minutes ago I didn't have one. Can you imagine? 64 years old and NO SAFE PLACE?
On sucky childhood summer vacations my parents would fight. I would wander away unnoticed. My favorite place was a mountain cave, cool interior with a trickling stream. A boulder 4 perching, my boulder, right at the mouth of the cave, ever vigilant. I wasn't afraid of what was WITHIN the cave, just the humans outside. What I didn't notice until the 5th year was the mommy mountain lion deep inside the cave. She didn't growl. But her giant green eyes glowed. She let me stay. She guarded me, kept me safe.
Here's my poem to her:
MOUNTAIN LION CAVE
I'm 12
Hiding
Running Away
Seeking Sanctuary
A Protector, Protectress
Little do I know she has green glowing eyes
Watchful, vengeful
Nurturing
Welcoming.