sanctuary

Corsica France

sanctuary

a silence
gathers in me
beyond my fear
deep inside
I find
sanctuary
a precious place
of cool and calm
where my heart
rests in the quiet

 

May we slow down enough to notice the tenderness within and find peace in the sanctuary of ourselves.

 

* I took this photo at a beach near Saint Florent, Corsica, looking out at Cap Corse. I selected this photo because the sailboat seems to be resting in a peaceful sanctuary.  The entire scene seems calm and quiet compared to the previous day out on the Cap – photo below.

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The Vortex

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The Vortex

A powerful force
pulls you in.
Swirling
in an endless tunnel.
No bottom
to stand on.
No end
for rest.
Deep.
Dark.
Only flecks
of light
catch your eye
as you spin
around
and around.
Your arms reach
out
grasping
for certainty.
Your hands
grip
tightly
to something.
Unsure what.
Moving
out of control.
So fast
there’s an illusion
of smoothness.
Jagged edges
cut you
as you fall
further in.
You rip
into pieces
Part of you
lost.
Inside
you hear stories.
They are lies.
You try
to cover your ears.
Despite your repetitive
calming mantra,
the hurricane
continues.
Your fear
falls like punches
against steel.
Hard.
Painful.
Trapped.
You can’t break free.

Thankfully, I don’t get sucked into the vortex very often. But, I do. And, when I’m in it, try as I may, I go days unable to get out…rumination, sleepless nights, low self-esteem. The light that I know lives within me has trouble shining through the spinning. What gives me hope is that I know I’ve made it out before. And that whatever sucked me in will lose its grip on me and fade from my memory. The darkness passes. That’s the hope that sits like a seed inside of me when the vortex takes me away.

* I took this photo on Cap Corse, Corsica