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Poached Eggs, Cinnamon Toast and Safe Places

Years ago, I was sitting in my therapy space with two facilitators next to me, as they asked me to recall a "safe place" to revisit - or to picture in my mind. Immediately my heart raced to the beach in Melbourne, Florida where for two weeks each summer our family vacationed with another family. They would go to work, while we would go to the beach, riding the waves, reading books together in the lifeguard chair, or taking naps in the sand. Or, there was another place I could recall as well.

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