Almost two weeks ago my safety was comprised in a very significant way. So much so last week after this particular incident I’ve been jumpy and…anxious would be a good word. Scared would be another. I share this not because I’m attention seeking. The fighter and peacemaker within me both have been confused. It’s difficult to feel so disquieted, so alone with this fear. I’m usually able to work things out while I’m working on a task, doing chores, moving. Not this time. Yesterday and today I had the opportunity and honor to be in the company of a few people I felt safe. I was able to relax for the first time in over a week. Being around people sometimes can be lonely. And being alone doesn’t necessarily mean one has to be lonely. This evening I came home, cooked dinner and just listened to music and felt pieces of calm starting to return. I think sometimes we have to be our own cheerleaders and protectors. But it is a beautiful thing when you can turn to another, especially when you aren’t knowing how to articulate what you need at that moment and their care is a protective shield until footing is retrieved. For that I am grateful.