In every place, in every nook and cranny that houses a soul, there is a place to go. If not physically, then within. To be able to turn to it, whether there is a window or a corner holding an item of interest or rest, or within where there is a place that has a familiarity surrounding, there is a respite.
For however brief the instant, it is always a place of rest. And in this place there may be tears of relief, of sorrow, of joy and a minute of gathering one’s resources to continue on where one is, but with a visible difference.
And the difference will be an attitude or direction, or a concrete, so it would seem, act. It is important to have this place. It is a holy place within, inviolate. All people have it, but do not think of it this way. In a crowded situation it may be a bed no one is sharing at the moment; a place to recoup one’s losses.
The window overlooking a noisy street, or a patch of snow or green, with perhaps a tree, or even a piece of crockery, or a basket on a shelf, just a thing of rest to pull one together time and time again. It is necessary regain footing, to focus inwardly, to call all component parts of self together, for a homecoming. It is as necessary as the next breath we breathe.
And going back we learn to draw on what sustains, what satiates the deep thirst and not what crushed our spirit. And doing so we are equal to another run, another try at what gives life and does not take life. We fulfill the reason for being, our wish to make a difference.
Soft Wisdom. . .
had come slashing
across the mind and
in its wake, devastation.
left one naked,
awash in body tears,
stripped clean and vulnerable.
Like a caress, soft wisdom
compassionate as a lover
to find the moment quiet.