I have a sacred haven to rest my soul at day’s end
I claim sanctuary amongst the smells of Italian cooking and incent burning
The walls hold me dearly inside with many colors to entice creativity and stifle my sadness

Inside these dwellings live a heart and a soul
A nurturing familiarity and protective energy
The spirit sees me off to bed and rises with me at dawn

In my favored room there is a brown chair of endless rest for me
Two dogs dwell in this room most the time waiting for me to feed them
This is my office, my chamber, the heart of my creative expression
It is the final step in expelling the stress of everyday life to go to bed a clean and renewed soul

The kitchen is my nourishment
Everyday light shines through the shaded windows and enters my body and mind
My spirits are lifted

My living room prepares me for a nights rest and helps me distract myself by tuning into someone else’s drama on a 60” projection TV

My screened patio and fenced back yard reconnect me with nature.
I tend to landscaping and help to raise a garden
I like to perch outside with a glass of scotch, just to watch nature “happen” and nothing further

My bedroom is a temporary resting place
Until I reach eternal rest and truth
Dim lights and soothing music fill the air as I relearn every night to let go of the day

My guest bedroom is a symbolic representation of my hospitality
And new found openness to letting human intimacy leak into my life

Every room and wall and decoration and dirty dish, and folded blanket, and set of silver wear and spec of dirt on the floor has something to say of my true identity
The house is I and I must return after the day’s affairs to reconnect with me
It is larger than I need, and leaves me room to grow
It is a humble haven to which I can connect and trust in all at once
The house is my home

07/10/2011

Posted on 07/11/2011
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