Hello! If you’d like to swing by for a quiet moment, I’ve just posted a new check in on Instagram.
I wanted to express how grateful I am for the thoughtful and genuinely loving messages you sent me after last week’s post. You made it a wonderful experience for me and I have such thankfulness and respect for you all and the stories you shared with me.
I made a piece for my Sept patrons exploring this new way I’ve been feeling, of being ready and feeling more open:
Here’s what I wrote about it—
I made a piece last week in which I imagined safety as something soft, seasonal, and adaptive. Initially I had used the words ‘self-protection’ with it, and later tried the phrase ‘I can keep myself safe,’ a string of words which has been shifting from feeling very untrue to actually kind of true, like a rock that is beginning to glow, magic in my palm.
Still, there’s a side of me that comes back: you can never keep yourself safe, there is no such thing for soft bodied mortals in a world like this.
So this piece is the note passed back from the part of me that feels safe to the part that doesn’t.
Safe enough. To sleep. To make a new friend. To soften my gaze and my grip.
Hoping that safe enough is making its way to you too.
Brit
ps. If you’d like a copy of the patron print (Safe Enough) join us before the end of the month (tomorrow!)
❤️
"safe enough" reminds me of "where i sleep" by emeli sande, a song she wrote because a friend of hers was describing her experience with a new boyfriend and felt safe with him to the point that, "his place is where i sleep"- maybe you'll like the song ¯\_(ツ)_/¯