I leave the bedroom; I begin walking
through my house. I will traverse it
many times today like a creature
covering her turf. It is a journey
that zigzags and returns upon itself,
a circumambulation, a re-remembering of place.
I know this is the way many ancients prayed,
circling a holy site to deepen their devotion.
The floor in this house is wood- wide, old boards.
When I walk I am walking on the wood and in the woods.
I am walking on the life of these trees.
They have been cut and planed- offered up
for this sheltering.
sometimes our hearts are listless and the world is too wide…..
inquiry for today~ notice the light in your rooms at certain times of day…..how soft can the healing be?
The stage of my life has changed; old doors are
closed and new ones now stand open.
Though I may have seen this space before, I now come to
make it mine, to call it home.
Hello and greetings to the heart and soul of this new setting.
I honor this place that will shelter me, and I embrace
the changes and opportunities that this move invites
into my life.