Quiet Whispers from My Sanctuary

Several weeks ago, I hit a bump in the road of my life. I've been very blessed in so many ways throughout my life. I have three wonderful children, three incredible granddaughters, a good job, good health, my music, and good friends that I can always count on. But some weeks back, I hit a difficult period in my life that really got me sidetracked for awhile. I became angry and obsessive. And for awhile, I lost track of how lucky I am, and how wonderful life really is.

I started losing sleep, worry about my problems. I just couldn't shake the negative thoughts. They were consuming me. And even when I was home, in my tent, where I had always been so relaxed and carefree, even there I'd sit and stew about my problems.

Then, a few nights ago, I was home for the evening, tending to the fire, cooking dinner, and listening to music, and it dawned on me that I wasn't enjoying myself. I wasn't in that centered place anymore. I wasn't experiencing the calm and happiness that I usually did. I wasn't accepting the gifts that my sanctuary offers.

My home was trying to remind me of all the good things in life. Of how lucky we are just to be alive. Of how simple life can be. And with that gentle reminder, that quiet whisper, I started to come out of my slump.

Last night, finally, I smiled again, and had a good night's sleep. Thank you, my sanctuary, for taking such good care of my soul.