I looked around my room trying to find objects that felt like safety, pausing by each item that caught my eye and asked 'are you a harbinger of safety?' the plants were the first to respond 'no, but we are a reminder that life wants to thrive and the right conditions everything blossoms beautifully' with this I spotted the new greener leaves as they sprouted from between the stalks. I expressed gratitude for the lessons and continued on my quest.
The art was next and I asked the same question 'are you a harbinger of safety?' 'no,' they responded 'we are the reminder of expression, a place where the unseen can be seen, heard, felt and touched, of release'. I expressed gratitude for the lessons and continued on my quest.
A pile of books and notebooks was next and again I asked 'are you a harbinger of safety?' 'we provide a fraction of the knowledge out there, a reminder that you a forever a student and teacher, we are a reminder of the beauty in learning'. I expressed gratitude for the lessons and continued on my quest.
Next was the schedule that did not await my question and responded 'I am the structure that provides this particular viewpoint, safety wrings its vines of stability around me'. I expressed gratitude for the lessons and continued on my quest.
The lion's roar drew my attention to it and I asked it the same question 'are you a harbinger of safety?' 'No, I am strength, candour', the lamp flickered and said 'I dance with darkness so you do not get lost in the shadows'. I expressed gratitude to both for the lesson and continued on my quest.
I lingered on the elephants the longest, losing myself to the detail in each one, seeing what I had missed before. The irony unmissed on me when I realised these were my safety harbingers 'a reminder of your belongingness, to something greater than you, a testament to the resilience, perseverance and love of those that came before you, we are the harbingers of safety and a sign of your interconnectedness to life and all that is and was'. I expressed gratitude and acknowledged each time I felt the safest and my proximity to a ndhlovu was close by.
A red blanket caught my eye and I intrinsically picked it up and draped it over my shoulders, instantly I felt like dough left to raise, the warmth feeling like a shield from the cold of the world a safety that allows for divinely ordained rest. I expressed gratitude for the practical show of safety.
Is the marker of safety static?
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