In the comfort of my bathroom!

On any bright and sunny day or a dull and gloomy day, 

I love visiting the home I grew up! 

My Pa and Ma's house.

The proximity to it, is what I am thankful most about.

The love and joy, I get there is almost obvious.

But here, I am talking about the "feeling that I feel" when I see my room.

Recently during one of my stay's in my home, I went hurriedly into the bathroom that is attached to my bedroom. I took my seat on the pink-colored throne and suddenly out-of-nowhere, I felt a big wave of emotion, when I looked at the pink wavy patterns on the tiles of my bathroom. It felt, like the feeling when we jump on a trampoline. That feeling of being in the most-happiest place for a few seconds. (up-in-the-air). I felt a tight hug, a huge rush of emotions, a lot of muffled conversations. 

From nowhere I remembered those numerous conversations I had in the "comfort of my bathroom" from when I was a teen until I moved out after getting married.

"O! Dream big Mabre, you have won the EMMY for outstanding actor for your role in the popular TV series Greys Anatomy and FRIENDS."

"Fear not Mabre, you will have a guardian to jump in your defense if someone touches you inappropriately."

"O! You don't worry Mabre, no one will remember the embarrassing answer. "

"Great job Mabre, Your speech in the auditorium was awesome"

"The guy you spoke to today. I think he noticed you!"

And so many more.....

All of that came flashing by!

I have visited the "bathroom", so many times before, but never felt that feeling before, in quite so many years. Really not sure why it came rushing, on that particular day! 

But so glad it did, because it reminded me of the days, when I would want to rush back into my room.

To write down life-changing prayers in my journals

To speak out thoughts that I couldn't contain.

To listen to the quietness of my surroundings!

Or just dream things that made no sense!

I just came to realize, there are a number of memories stored in the chambers of the brain and no single human is privy to those except, our Mighty Lord and my safe place.!

And, to me, my safe place was my bathroom, the pink one with a wavy pattern!

The place where I could open and speak up, and the walls wouldn't judge me!

My 12th man army!

My 2am friend!

My Prayer-War room!

My applause when I won the Oscar!

My Oprah's couch!

And my cozy little safe place where I could just be Me!

Signing off,

Reminiscent Mabre!