Years later (I’m about to be fifty) I figured out that the space I needed to claim needed to be on my own terms. For me, that meant letting my body tell me what the terms were. That’s the abstract answer. The literal answer is: Swimming. Therapy. Walking. Meditation. Meditation. Meditation. Love. Compassion. Mothering. Great sex. Art. Art. Art. When I surround myself with these things, I can handle pretty much anything that comes – doubt, faithlessness, despair, rage.