Textures of this space
where I inhabit my days
include an abundance of wood — floors, walls, ceiling, tables;
along with kitchen countertops made of black-soapstone,
and an Aga, enameled in red.
Textures of the energy here
feel infused by the surrounding forest
and I also believe
by the lay lines in the geography of the earth.
An energy of peace and healing:
the gifts of this cherished space
after Jamie’s recovery from cancer.
He’s fully recovered,
but these days, I find I rarely want to leave
this space.
I’ve become a hermit
in the ways
that we live here now.
Some of my most treasured in-person connections are with Buddhist monks,
and friends we’ve met
through the Buddhist monastery across the road.
Conversations about consciousness
and how do we lessen suffering
both within ourselves,
and then how can we ripple that out into the world?
This space where I sit, tapping keys on my laptop,
cluttered with our ‘stuff,’
yet still,
a feeling of calm.
Belonging and contentment.
A space inviting my…