Back home…in my little serenity corner.  Even when “life” happens and takes precedence over my quiet time, I always find my way back to my refuge, my sanctuary.  Here, my soul is at rest and feels at peace.  

When I was a younger woman raising children, I’d complain to my husband that I resented my need for quiet time.  I didn’t hear other women voicing their need for solitude and reflection, so it felt to me like a personal curse.  Who has time for this when raising children and life is so hectic?  But because I needed it as much as I needed air, and chaos threatened to take over if I didn’t, most often I found the time.  It was usually in the wee hours of the morning, before everyone got up for the day.  As my children awoke, they knew exactly where to look for me.  I’d hear the swish of their footed pajamas on the stairs as they descended into the family room where they would find me by the fireplace, writing, praying, meditating.

Now, I feel only gratitude for this insatiable need of mine.  Whenever life takes me away for a few days, it feels like a homecoming as I nestle back into my glider, candle lit, instrumentals softly playing.  I’ve come home to myself once again… to examine my thoughts, listen to the whispers of my inner voice… to bring order to my private world.

Upon entering my inner sanctum, the world can be falling apart around me, and I can still find that peaceful, loving center to operate from.  Not that I’m always there, but I know how to find my way when I realize I’m off-kilter or hurtling through life at warp speed.  

Today, more than ever, I value my need for silence and the gift that it is… a lifeline to the inner Spiritual Guidance that emanates from my soul. It is the Ultimate gift, something that can never be taken away by anyone.  It will be with me on the day I breathe my last.  I can’t think of a more loving, peaceful companion when I make my way home on my final journey.

~Zanne
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