My Home Is My Sanctuary[Cross-posted as a confession.]
Returning home from work today, especially during the last few blocks, I felt such comfort. A quiet joy and relief as my heart smiled to itself. Often I feel the pleasure of returning as I'm nearing my residence, turning the key in the lock, stepping inside. The best way to describe the gratitude and safety I feel toward my place, is that it's my sanctuary. My secure place where I know what to predict, the energy is familiar, and I belong here. Mine. No one can impose on me here. It's not allowed, and I have the priviledge to be myself.
Thank you for my home, my sanctuary. A wonderful gift, and I could not ask for more.