My Treehouse
Don’t step on me, crush me, get in my space. I stay here on earth to tell you, or anyone. Don’t think you can enter uninvited. You can’t. I won’t let you, allow you to or give you permission. I won’t feel bad, guilty, mean or unkind. I have what little confidence I need because I am learning to set perimeters around myself. I imagine they will keep me safe. Safe from what? You couldn’t begin to understand. It may seem like it’s not reality to you. But it is. It’s my reality, my haven, my treehouse, safe from invasion. I have the signs posted. No Trespassing! No False Friends Allowed! No Two-Faced Pretenders Here! This is MY clubhouse! Is it exclusive? Yes! Hell yes, it is! Are there rules? Yes! Damn stringent rules. Exceptions? Rarely. But, I can’t say never. I wouldn’t begin to know. There are wind...