I'm still working with my powerfully, poignant poem.
I've loved the picture since I first saw it several months back. As I was flipping thru magazines on Saturday looking for images, it brought a smile to come across it again. At first, I wasn't sure about pairing it with my poem. But, as I thought about it, I knew it was perfect.
If I'm reframing an old story for myself in a kinder, more gently affirming way, which I am, this little room is actually just right. When enclosing my heart as a way to take good care, sometimes in the only way I know how, I would hope I would take refuge in a place as pleasing and calming to me as this special little cubby.
Smiling softly because I like that it has a door, too. That way? When I do need to come back and spend a little time here caring for my tender heart and re-grouping, I can. The door is always open and the welcome mat is always out to my beautiful little sanctuary.
Yes.
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