Wide Open Spaces by Abigail Dotson- June 26, 2008 There was a space I used to feel safe. Everyone should have such a space. Today, when fear grips me and I need a balance bar to keep from slipping out of my life, I remember those mornings when I felt safe. Ten, fifteen, twenty-five years agothese are some of my first memories. My bed is warm and cozy, but I am not sleeping. Sometime just hours after falling asleep I am awake again and all night long I drift in and out of this semi-conscious state. It is not tiring nor is it frustrating; I.http://www.hipmama.com/node/38960 |