This question came to me some months back and has never really gone away, resurfacing at odd moments with quiet urgency.
The concept of “taking refuge” came to me from Buddhism. In the words of one teacher:
A refuge is a place where people go when they are distressed or when they need safety and security. There are many types of refuges. When people are unhappy, they take refuge with their friends, when they are worried and frightened, they may take refuge in false hopes and beliefs
Buddhists commit to taking refuge in the Buddha, the Dharma (the truth about what is), and the Sangha (the spiritual community)–the so-called Triple Jewel–the idea being that this is where true security and freedom lie.
All of this is background for the question that’s stayed with me: What are the qualities of refuge? In other words, what does refuge feel like? And where are those feelings found?