Dear Blog Readers,
Where is your place you feel truly at peace. When I was a child, my peaceful place was in my closet. I would stuff myself in the spaces between piles of sheets and towels and hanging clothes. It felt safe, and warm, and private. I would hide in there for time to think and be alone in my world that was filled with the sounds of my large family. It was quiet in there and the muffled sounds of life felt comforting.
As an adult, I built my own closet place. I filled it not with clothes or boxes or storage but instead with photographs, affirmations written on pretty papers, postcards, favourite quotes, a pile of big pillows, A fluffy blanket, and a lantern that hung from the rack meant for hangers. I put in a bookshelf and placed favourite books, books from my to-read list, meaningful objects, and a spot big enough for my mug and small enough that I wouldn’t knock it over. This was my special space. My off-limits to everyone but my cat place. Sometimes I would sit with the doors open letting the rays of the sunlight brighten the closet, curled up with my cat, a book, or a journal. Other times I closed the doors to feel protected and safe. Sometimes I wrote and other times I napped.
I no longer have my closet place. I don’t need it anymore. Safe places evolve and change as we do. This week, Sharon shares with us a poem and a photograph.
Please be kind to yourself and remember to nourish your body, mind, and spirit.
Your Blog Moderator,
Kira
This place belonged to everyone and no one.
But it is where she found her own slice of serenity.
She spent countless hours here writing her poetry.
Yet no one laid their eyes on it and no one new of its existence.
It was the only place where she truly felt at peace.
– Sharon Miller
Photo Credit: Sharon Miller