The sun is glistening through my window, as if Spring is just over the horizon. My window is open though it is cold. I needed the breath of fresh air. I needed the warmth of the afternoon sun upon my face. I needed the quiet breeze, a sign the day is closing. The sun is setting beyond the trees. I have returned home. I must learn to rest. Learn to breathe and enjoy the joy of life again. I have been far too rushed, in a way that no longer serves me. I do not need to feel so frantic anymore. I can breathe, and I must. I must exhale. Deeply exhale. I need to know and trust that whatever may come, we will conquer it. I can no longer sort through old emotions of memories long past. I must restore my body to a way that feels like an enduring sanctuary. One that will withstand any storm, because she always has. She is a proven temple.
I wish to release all that is undone to the wind. Let it blow it's dust where it may. I no longer need the ash of things gone to remind me how precious life is. I can be in awe, in joy, in depth, each and every day. I can be grateful for life as it is. Of humanhood. I have not endured what some may. Nor have I escaped what some will never know. We all have etched tales our bones could tell. We all have our own bliss. It is the fact that we are alive that connects us.
Sometimes I merely need a few moments of solitude. More moments as I get older. I used to fear being alone and now I crave it. It helps restore my compass. To set intentions and allow whatever needs to move through me to do so in a way that restores me. To re-align myself with the now. With who I am, sitting here, today.
Let’s rise,