Dungeon or Domicile?

Whew. It's Monday, and somehow that day-of-the-week marker is comforting, even though I've been tempted to write that type of identification off as irrelevant. I am not in a dungeon, not surrounded by four stone walls with no sunlight. I am not trying to keep track of the days by drawing my own blood and making painful tally marks. I can take the orientations of day of the week and day of the month and time of day as beauty, and let them stabilize me, instead of resenting every day as life as I knew it feels locked. I have an opportunity to embrace the increased space and stillness to do some of the emotional work I have claimed I am "too busy" for. Even though life looks somewhat different right now, I am not chained. Even though life looks somewhat different right now, I am not chained. I always have the choice to be grateful. And I have a choice to reach out and love. Life is still a gift, if I choose to receive it. I have so much power. Today, I claim it.

my breakfast nook, a place of peace and solace