Musings of a Meandering Mind

In our family “the trunk” is a metaphor for the unspoken.  Be it a wrongdoing, an embarrassment, a taboo, or a secret, it’s best to “just put it in the trunk” where it’s hidden, safe and sound; to be forgotten, never to be spoken of again.   In my mind’s eye, the trunk is old, like a large steamer trunk that my grandparents would have brought over from the old country.    Held in a cold, stone chamber, this worn wooden box, wearing marks from a long, hard voyage’ sits in the center on the cold, wet floor.    Its rusty metal clasps hold the lid hiding its contents.    Inside, it’s dark, damp, deep.    An ominous vibe oozing from cracks and crevices.    Secrets quietly humming, anxiously waiting to be released.   The protectors guarding the trunk vary, depending on when one enters the chamber.    Dressed in long dark hooded robes, the elders have inherited the duty to guard the trunk and all it contains.    Should those approaching speak to the guards, they would be urged to leave, to ne

  ONE OF Nine Questions for Journaling and Introspection – Where do I Feel Safe @vanessaandheriphone   I was watching a video by Vanessa Laterza on TikTok called Nine Questions where she poses nine questions to inspire journaling and introspection. Out of the nine questions, one really stood out as a topic to explore.   The question at first seemed simple enough to answer.   But when thinking of the response, I found it was a much more complex question.   One that I needed to dig deep and explore.   The question was “Where do I Feel Safe?” When I thought of the question, the first thing that came to mind was ‘in Walter’s arms.’   Immediately I felt a knot in my throat and the walls of my chest tighten around my heart, squeezing all the air out of my lungs.   Then followed emotions encircling me like a cyclone. I couldn’t answer “where do I feel safe”.   Thoughts swirled around me, the intensity uprooting questions I needed to explore. I first tried to think back to moments wh