Live Consciously

Late evening, I was turning pages in an article looking for some guidance on my newly discovered life choice, of becoming polyamorous. While reading one of the excerpts, I found a quote that struck me. It made sense, it was so simple in design. So perfect in its description that I wondered why I hadn’t heard of it before.

“Safe People”

I read the definition a few times, scratched my head and read it again.

Safe people.

Well what does that mean exactly? What is a safe person? Someone I could just run to and feel safe around when I needed to be comforted?

I scanned further, intending to discover the full meaning of these two joined words.

Safe People: People who draw you closer to who you were meant to be spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically. They encourage you to be your most loving, growing self.

“That’s nice.” I thought. Really nice.

What a great idea, I wish I had thought of it before. Or heard it or got it. Would have saved me some grief.

Safe people.

“What are these people? And where can I find them?” I thought, without realizing that I had copied and pasted this phrase into my gmail so I may have it forever.

I had struck gold.

If there were a more perfect definition of who I wanted in my life, it would be this. Laid right in front of me.

Naturally, I had my doubts. “How could I attract these people into my life?” I thought. Then wondered about the people who were in my life right now. Oh, boy.

I don’t like firing people from my life, but sometimes it seems it might be necessary. They weren’t safe people.

“What if they could become safe people?”

“Am I a safe person?”

My heart sunk.

Not to everyone. And no, not everyone could.

Sometimes it is so hard to be so honest to yourself, but I felt a bit better after I did. Took some inventory, laid out a plan.

“I’ll get to it tomorrow…” I said.

What could I do?