On Safe Spaces Part 2
Entry posted by Philip in Relationships
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To the harbours that we anchor.
I’m driving home from work.
The traffic is bad.
The sun is setting somewhere on the horizon.
And a thought occurs to me.
I know what I am to people now.
I am a harbour.
And this is what harbour means to me:
A harbour is a place for ships—
ships that have been out at sea,
weathered by the storm,
damaged,
but still able to find comfort in arriving.
The harbour is a safe space.
A place to dock.
To rebuild.
To recover.
To rest.
It’s a place where the ship can just be—
no performance, no pretense.
Where it can express its fears and hopes,
its fatigue and wonder.
Where it can stay for as long as it needs—
until it’s ready to head back out into the open waters
to conquer the world again,
knowing that the harbour will always be there
if it ever needs to return.
In my life, Michelin—my current workplace—
has become that harbour for me.
In that part of the world,
I’m the ship.
I dock there every morning when I arrive at work.
And when I clock off,
when I leave for the day and head back into the world,
my ship feels brand new.
Fully recharged.
And that—
that is the space I want to offer to people.
Because I know how damn great it feels
to have a harbour in one’s life.
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