I thought immediately of what the shell was for the snail - protection, safety, comfort, and a worry-free zone. We all need a shell, a place to recharge, relax, and rejuvenate. During transition this shell or space becomes even more important due to the amount of change and uncertainty around us.
For me, I think I have a few different 'places':
- Sheldon Lookout, Toronto: There is a hill there that I love to lay on, looking out over the city and CN Tower. It is a place where I feel as though I am looking out over the world, but no one can see me.
- My Grandparent's Dining Room Table: It is one place that I can't remember ever changing. I have always sat in the same spot. It comes with Grandma's comfort food and Grandpa's proud gaze across the table. It is one of the places where I feel surrounded by love and support.
- The Magnolia Tree outside 2168 Paisley Ave: The tree out front of my childhood home. When I was young, I would climb up into the perfect seat created by the tree branches, just off the ground, and sit and read and write for hours. I remember retreating to that tree to process, think, and understand. Today, I imagine myself sitting there sometimes protected by the flowers, leaves, and branches.
These shells/places for me, are where I can relax, recharge and rejuvenate myself even during the toughest of times.
Where's your shell?