Twenty four months ago, I boarded a bus and rode it for 17 hours.
I was starting over in my starting over.
I had lost both my parents within sixty days of one another.
I was looking for sanctuary.
I had been running from the grief.
Now it was time to heal.
Today, I came to my cabin the woods as I call my wee home with the pine, spruce and juniper in the front yard.
I had been away visiting on holidays for one month less a day.
I came home with family.
We were greeted by family.
Then all the family greeted more family.
After the pizza and the cousins going home…….
I no longer have to live out of a suitcase as I did for years as a commercial traveler.
I no longer have to live on the street as I did for years as a seeker of pleasure.
I have a home in my own wee home where I sit by the hours watching the sunshine dance in the prism on my window forming rainbows throughout my whole house.
I no longer have to live in the darkness….waiting for another storm cloud to break…..washing away the dreams that I may have gathered…..washing away the diamonds of dewdrops formed on the spider-web I was spinning and being spun into.
I have a sanctuary within my sanctuary.
I go within.
I become the traveler without leaving town.
I leave my physical body and heal among the stars.
I am within the sanctuary within.
Come with me when you are ready……
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