“Well”, I said, “It makes sure you’re always safe. I can try and program any type of medication at any rate that I want and it won’t let me if it’s unsafe”. Her eyes sparked for the first time since she arrived 2 days earlier. Everything was unsafe for her. She was found underdressed, unresponsive, and overexposed. She was admitted for something called catatonia which, when self-induced marks the inability to exist fully in life. When I said the word safe, something resonated. Safety. It resonates with me too. I wish there was a pump for life that kept the painful, death and decay out.
Can we create safe spaces? Spaces for humans that don’t just shut out the death, but that also let in the light?
With love, Nursing 
I love that you helped your patient feel safe in that space. I wish the world were a safe place, but so often it’s not. But, we can lean into our Father who is so very very good when it’s scary and dark…
“Aslan is a lion- the Lion, the great Lion.” “Ooh” said Susan. “I’d thought he was a man. Is he-quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion”…”Safe?” said Mr Beaver …”Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
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I have always loved this quote 🙂 Thanks for the wisdom
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