Whether you agree with the safety pin movement, I ask you to think about all the marginalized people groups you know of, and friends you know who are labeled into those groups. While a safety pin is a small gesture, a gesture some mock or ridicule or label too small, it’s a step in the right direction. The hearts are in the right place. We shall soon see if their hands, feet, mouths and ears are in the right place as well.
I’ve always thought of myself as a safe space for people. In hindsight, I know that was not always true. I was often judgemental and closed minded. While I know that I’ve come quite a long way (a canyon’s divide) from where I once was, I’m only beginning to understand how to be a safe space, and I hope to become a proactive safe space.
One step at a time. First I must ensure I am a safe space for those who need it. I must seek to understand a pain or fear I perhaps have not experienced myself.
Second, I must listen more. I do a lot of talking. I seek to heal, empower, and encourage people with words. Sometimes, safety is found in my silence. Sometimes, it’s found in the words I’m afraid to say aloud. No more fear.
I’m still trying to find words for all I’m feeling right now. Still digging through. The main point of this post is to say I’m a safe space for those in fear, those who feel unheard, threatened, or pushed to the margins. As a single, middle-aged woman, I am in some of those margins myself.
For now, I hope this is a good first step. If you need a safe space, I’m here for you.