The warmth of light that gently caresses a chair…
The tender voice of calm love that says you’re welcome here…
The embrace of space that is free from violent influence…
Of what happens if roommates divulge in unhealthy substance…
The presence of quiet that never pretends to be still until another arrives at which point breaks out all hell…
The ability to hear the chirp of a bird…
The knowing —for now— no yelling above next door either direction or downstairs will occur…
The promise of light that pours in the pane… and all it implies of the constancy of Love’s having our back every day…
These are the props I used to seek out immediately if my environment felt encroached upon by unwanted visitor or influence…
Yet it wasn’t always so… for I would stay obligatorily…I used to justify much because I was so petrified to leave… it’s so vastly difficult to convince anyone that you need a different space one that’s more conducive for how you love… or to convince anyone that you need a space period if there’s none at all… or to figure out the courage to take it to the road…
So many scenarios have I chosen to pursue…
So many scenarios have I had to endure…
Yet with each one… my heart with yours: I promise you nothing —no power influence person can rob you of the serenity security and stability of your thought home … because it’s there in thought we each dwell… and it’s there in thought we can each find peace not hell… and it’s there in thought we can each put up the mental fortress and forbid the external influence from another or that more subtle theif… the inner bully and all its madness … we each must learn how to edit thoughts and how to let go of props that are no longer serving us… we each must lean how to lean on Love and no depend on any single amazingly wonderful person… we each must evolve the home we’ve been given … that in our thought and oh what a mighty mansion or nest or tiny home or thought condo we can dwell in…
Oh how I seek to support anyone who must move and yes to no end I can support you with practical tools but better still is my strength at hand… able to help you build the foundation walls and roof of your thought home wherever you land …
you are not without home
you are not homeless or alone…
you are not being forced out of the only true dwelling space we will ever know…
These beliefs though they’re so very real and seem true
Do not have to become the conclusion you hold for you.
My heart with yours…
We each dwell in the consciousness of Love and as you learn to lean there and build from there you find your forever safe and constant hug.
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The above poem was penned spontaneously after praying and meditating.
If you or someone you know is seeking to feel safe and at home regardless if she has a nest of her own or regardless if she has the space that most would think is a perfect dwelling place of her own…
Please I welcome you be in touch.
The feeling of being homeless whether youbhave a roof over your head or not is deeply unsettling.
The feeling of living hostage under someone else’s agenda is deeply ennerving.
The feeling of panic you don’t know where to go is deeply conflicting and can be paralyzing.
But each of those feelings are modes of thinking and can be overcome thought by thought… and moment by moment… with some editing of what you are believing holds the base of your being.
I welcome an intro call with you to listen…
And a second follow up call as a pay whatever you feel that call is worth.
You are allowed to feel able to be true to your heart without restrictions of opposing authority…
You are allowed to feel at home wherever you need to dwell.
You have right now the always home you will ever know…
Here’s to allowing the editing of your perspective and the taking of steps to ensure you know your forever nest.
My heart with yours xoxo
Tre ~