When i was a little girl, i used to hide on the highest branch (which my courage can take) of a tall acacia tree in our backyard to escape... get some time off. It was my way of diffusing any tension felt. Because i was feeling a lot, the fear of falling from that high branch could not enter my consciousness. Reclining atop a thick branch was comforting amid the calls from below as to my whereabouts.
That's just my style. My way of coping. Up to this day.
When things get rough, i check out for a while --- through my books, among the racks of clothes in thrift shops, or a destination-less short trip to wherever. Or when whimsy catches up with me --- be incognito among the flowers --- in my mind.
How about you?
