What a fantastic post, lucid!!! Wow!
For me, it was my porch. I moved out of the house that I'd bought myself, because HE wouldn't move. (The plan was to just get the heck out until I could figure out how to get rid of him)
Moved into an old victorian house that had been carved into a fourplex. And the best part of it? A big stone covered front porch, about 10 feet by 12. I loved it, so I bought a porch swing for it. And a windsock that looked like a phoenix. And herbs and bright red geraniums that I put into colorful pots from the thrift store. And I would sit there on Sunday mornings, swaying back and forth, reading my paper, and waving to all the people who walked by and smiled at me.
I couldn't believe it: I was free. And these passing people just...smiled. And stopped to say hello. And brought me cuttings from their own pots. For a card-carrying codependent who was used to there
always being a price on kindness, it was really amazing.
Blessings to you and to your kitchen cabinets.....unlikely symbol of healing though they might seem, they sound like just what you needed.