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repost: refuge

I wrote this post back in August, 2008. I love it because it’s a reminder of the magical and safe place I made up for myself as an overly-imaginative and easily-spooked child. What is your refuge?

Do you have a refuge, a safe haven? A place to retreat to when you’re stressed and tired and it’s just been one of those days? Maybe it’s a physical space–a nearby park, a mountaintop that can only be reached after a long hike, a nook in your home that’s yours and yours alone. Maybe you find that safe place in a phone call to your best friend, the pages of your journal, in prayer. Maybe it’s an activity–kneading dough, digging in the dirt, pulling down the shades and dancing to music cranked way high.

Or maybe it’s a place inside your head, like the one I created as a child. I hadn’t been there in a long while, indeed I had mostly forgotten it. One night, I lay in bed after a long day, closed my eyes and there I was.

I stood in a wasteland, a giant’s playground of broken rock and twisted thorny trees. The air was icy-cold, the kind of cold that makes it hurt to breathe, and dry, too dry to snow. Two moons hung in the night sky; one a slender blue crescent, the other round and pumpkin-orange. Off in the distance, rising vertically out of the ground, stood a plateau, black against the starry sky. This was not comfortable country; it was indifferent, remote, vaguely threatening. Anything might be lurking amidst the man-sized boulders.

I picked my way over the rock-strewn ground until I reached a tree, a deformed thing skulking among the huge rocks. I ducked under the dry twiggy fingers of its low-hanging branches, turned sideways to squeeze past a boulder, and slid into a narrow crack in the trunk.

It was bigger inside than outside (one of those trees), and cheery with a friendly orange light hovering above. I poked at the wood, looking for a button or lever (It had been a long time since I was last here, and I’d forgotten how the mechanism worked). Somehow, I tapped out the right code and the ground under me slid down, like an elevator. I descended into darkness, leaving the orange light behind. The strange elevator came to rest and I stepped out into what was essentially a huge underground apartment complex. A dim bluish light was the only illumination; to my left was a railing and a view of a deep lightless pit, to my right was a curving wall of round doors. It was a quiet, sleepy place; I got the sense that behind those doors dozens of denizens–human and not–were abed. I walked until I got to a door that looked familiar; a key from my pocket fitted the lock.

The place inside was small, cosy and crowded with books, teacups and (for some reason) lots of boots. The ceilings were low, the doorways rounded, the floor uneven. The kitchen table abutted the small living room; one could sit in an armchair and have dinner at the table. The “bedroom” was a curtained alcove. A small door led out of the kitchen and the window beside it showed that outside was a well-tended garden, hidden in a remote valley surrounded by forested mountains (this is a magic place, remember).

I took off coat and shoes, made myself a cup of tea, and went to bed.

Somewhere in the real world, the real me also fell asleep.

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  1. Ryan says

    February 16, 2012 at 9:39 am

    I miss places like that! As a kid, it was almost always my room, with a book. These days, it is occasionally the Howe library, with my Kindle 🙂

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    • Rabia says

      February 16, 2012 at 10:58 am

      I still hide out in my room, occasionally. I’m also a big pacer–just give me some music and a large space and I can walk and walk and think and dream and walk some more. David used to get worried over my pacing–he thought I was agitated or mad at him!–but he knows better now.

      These days it’s also nice to get out of the house and go relax in a bookstore—or meet J. at Panera! That’s a definite highlight of my month! Will miss that greatly when we leave.

      Reply
  2. Prue says

    February 17, 2012 at 10:34 am

    I have my room in the house with my desk, computer, piano and all sorts of clutter – and a chair for reading which Mr Prue comes and sits in.
    But if there is something troubling me and I want to ‘escape’ then outside is the place to be, preferably in the countryside where there are trees. Running water too if possible.
    I like being outside, and walking in the quiet countryside, far away from busy roads. And there is always the chance of seeing some wild animal, birds, insects or flowering plants. The weather might change – being outside in a thunderstorm is an exhilarating experience! I feel I am part of the world when outside, not separate from it as is the case when indoors, and that is a very satisfying thing to feel.

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    • Rabia says

      February 17, 2012 at 12:52 pm

      Unfortunately, these days it’s hard to get that sort of natural peace. I used to love L. M. Montgomery’s books for their descriptions if idyllic rustic life.

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