...to Keep My Head Above Water and Maybe Figure Some Stuff Out. I'm playing out lines of thinking, not positing truths. Let's play. (see timelesspitch.com and whichwrites.com for writer CA Ives)
Tender
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
An awesome responsibility
Sometimes I stand on the landing of my house, halfway between the upstairs and downstairs, and look over my domain. I feel a surge of satisfaction, pure love for my haven, this central place holding the universe together. I love the colours and shapes, the elegance of utility and choice in each object. I know this space, every inch of it, every mood of its energy, and it belongs to me. I keep this world alive with my thoughts, with my love, with my very belief that it exists. I create this space, this home, this safe place and sanctuary for all of us. The problems of the world don't touch us here. There are times when I imagine what a bomb would do, or gunfire in the streets, but it jars me like touching fire and I won't allow it. This charmed life is all being held together by my will, my sure belief and my absolute need; to allow doubt or fear wavers its very existence. We are safe within my fierce love, enmattered as this home.