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.