daily prompt : oasis

Used to be that my head was my sanctuary and I hope that time can come again. I meditate daily and it only took minutes to bliss out, to smile into peace, to quieten my mind. Anytime anywhere I could call on that – silence not necessary, nothing could intrude.

Then my daughter got sick and my anxiety level exploded.  I could not meditate. Could not stop those ever jumbled and ugly thoughts. With no external noise, in the most beautiful and tranquil setting, the smell of salt, an eyeful of waves..my mind was a nightmare of continuous stories.

The beach house is where I would go to escape the city when I could. Only a couple of times each year – takes an hour driving to get there and a minute after arrival for your shoulders to drop. That was before.

In this inner city terrace my daddy’s old rocking chair hugs me. Rarely used for the most part, since the diagnosis it has become my quiet place of choice. Every day I feel my long gone father’s love and energy as I slowly regain my meditation ease.

May all beings be well and happy.

 

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