Thursday, February 23, 2012
A Place Of Refuge
Everyone needs a place of refuge.
A space for breathing deeply, thinking quietly and seeing the world with focused eyes.
Everyone needs a spot on this Earth where they can see the stars, gaze at the moon, and watch fireflies twinkle over fields of dew.
Everyone needs a place to let go, unwind, detach...and dream without boundaries.
Everyone needs a place where their heart feels at home...where smiles are abundant, laughter is sincere, and nothing matters except moments...Where the past falls away and the future is bridge you'll build later...
...A place where life swells up inside you so big- that you can't help but drink it, embrace it, and thank God for it.
My place of refuge is the cabin.
At the cabin, I don't just see birds, I see their wings...each brilliant feather soft with the magic of flight...their tiny eyes searching for stray seeds...their wire-like feet grasping branches that sway in the cool breeze.
At the cabin, I don't just see stars , I see bouquets of them...like diamonds spilled out into the sky...like flakes of glitter placed individually by heaven's hand...
...I see millions and millions of wishes waiting to be wished upon.
I don't just see the woods, I see the trees...each one with its unique pattern of bark, its own outline of leaves against blue sky...their blooms and buds and arms that shelter nests.
I don't just see fields, I see blades of grass... tufts of wild blackberries, lacy white flowers, sweet honeysuckle, purple thistle and baby violets.
I see feisty flies and shiny spotted lady bugs...and butterflies with tissue paper wings the color of sapphires.
I see life there.
I feel life there.
I smell, breathe, touch- love all that surrounds me there... at my place of refuge.
My body aches to go there.
My mind imagines the feel of my feet on the grass...my fingers on the doorknob...my key in the lock...the tug of home...the overpowering feeling of being where I belong.
Everyone needs a place.
This is mine.