When I enter the space I leave Me behind. Quieting my mind I see my Stuff All the mental distractions My daily business My defining qualities My own grief. None of these will serve this moment. And so I see in my mind's eye These personal pieces Acknowledging each of them I set them aside, inside my mind. There, I have a spacious basket On a smooth low wooden table by the door. Colors are woven in a band around its side. This, a safe space, is where I place my Stuff. With this empty space in my mind And in my heart The feelings, words, silence have A place to fill. When I release this Stuff of mine I can create the safe and sacred space To hold those who need A companion on the journey from this life A carrier, with them, of their grief Of their memories Of their essence. I know that my own Stuff is where it needs to be Ready for me to pick it up again. When I am just Me again. 12-29-2022
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I love this visual representation of leaving behind what you don’t need and then picking it up again afterwards
Lovely
Beautiful.