There’s a cozy corner in my room that is all mine.  This is where restoration takes place. The back of my glider is kitty corner to two walls and just close enough to the bed for me to use it’s corner as my ottoman. A floor lamp to my right, a little table with a glowing candle to my left, and the flow of soft music, completes my sanctuary of solitude.

It is here that I read, meditate, pray, think, write, and sort things out. Ordering my private world allows me to work toward being “in this world but not of it.” Unless I am solidly grounded in my soul, I am often like a kite in the wind, going this way and that, with no clear intention and in no particular direction.

I need the sense of rhythm in my life that daily solitude provides me. Without it I can feel quite frantic and frazzled. It’s so easy to overcommit, letting my mouth overburden my shoulders. But by checking in with my heart to see if it’s a “yes” or a “no;” by widening that gap between stimulus and response, I can restore a sense of well-being that nurtures and sustains me.

This whole process begins in my corner, my oasis. Here, time stands still and allows me to examine events, conversations, joyous moments as well as conflicts and wounds. I believe there is a precious essence that can be discovered in everything, if I only pause long enough to let it find me. Detecting the nugget of wisdom in everyday events requires me to be still, often enough to let it settle on me, almost like a butterfly that circles and flutters before so delicately landing on a petal.

I emerge from my oasis a more centered, kinder, more patient, hopefully wiser, but definitely more intentional disciple of Love.

~Zanne

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