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A short list of personal sanctuaries throughout my lifetime:
Pacifier.  Cuddly yellow blanket.  Big Bird.  Little yellow pillow.  My mom’s arms.  The Wizard of Oz.  Cabbage Patch big wheel.  The Beatles.  The Bible.  Purple.  Darkness.  Prayer.  Karate. Yoga.  Writing.  Meditation.
 
I can’t say that I actually recall the comfort of my less-than-a-year-old self sucking on a pacifier or the comfort of being wrapped in the soft, yellow blanket my mother still has somewhere.  However, I can look at photos: me happily cuddled up with blanket, Big Bird and pacifier, and somehow--through whatever brain power we possess that allows time travel--I can go back to that moment.  I feel the safety and refuge of those sweet things even when I have no solid recollection.
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