The Sanctuary Of Home
Photo By Mr. J
After traveling for weeks, I’m ready to be home. I find myself behind in every area. I’m in the midst of unpacking and my sanctuary is disorganized and cluttered. It will take time to process my adventures and learn from them as I move forward.
As I resume my yoga schedule, everything will become more clear. My path will open before me. I need rest and quiet. And contemplation. I feel that I have taken on too much, and my spirit is tired and overwhelmed. Every bone and muscle in my body yearns for rest and renewal. As I mindfully put the pieces of my living space back together, perhaps the puzzle in my brain will fall into place as well.
Do I need to change course? Am I at a fork in the road? What does it mean to be 73? Do I want to become more involved in activism and aging? Or do I just need to change out my hat room from summer to fall?
The origin of the composition of my ensemble will remain a mystery today.