The road twists and turns beneath my weary feet–
(I have to walk, it’s too steep to drive)
Until finally, against all the odds,
I have never seen it before
And yet this strangely peaceful space
immediately feels like home.
There’s something homely in the warm gold
of the light, quietly softened by mist
The cushions waiting plumply
to be squished
Here I can be myself
Here my soul learns how to rest
And I can walk out bravely, knowing the safety
of my fortress
Is always there for me to retreat to
When the world proves unkind.
Out of darkness I have found a safe home
in my wandering mind.
The photo is another image from my recent travels