There is a place for tears,
there is a place
for turning around three times
and lying down,
there is a place for curling up
and waiting for the inner heave to stop
The comfort rises up around me
like soft flames from the coals,
cradles me, reminds me
this warmth is always at hand
Maybe we’re allowed
to have a soft day sometimes,
to go back to bed, for a while,
in the afternoon,
to do about as much work
as the sun did today,
showing up for about an hour
between fog and day’s end.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2019
How perfect
Far away .. here in Chicago… you summed up my day
I allowed myself to sleep instead of rushing off / pushing myself to my silk studio to “ cram “ a bit of time in before another afternoon job.
More quiet time spent Spiritually
I feel refreshed.. ready to paint tomorrow more productively
How coincidental it is that the day was the same kind in Seattle and Chicago
Your poems are beautiful!
Thank you!
I am getting there myself, and realizing how vital such ‘self-care’ is.
Holly is home right now…..she is so much better about self-care’. What I know I learned from her…..
I miss our visits……
Much Love,
Susanne
nice to hear from you!