For you've been a safe place for me, a good place to hide.~Psalm 59:16
I sit in the jade-colored chair in the corner of my room. The chair is positioned beneath a window where sun can spill over me, like skeins of silk. The week has been long, and I tilt toward fatigue. I can hide here in this sunlit space for a while. Writing in longhand. I make a list of all the locations God provides me to hide, to breathe deeply. To rest.
~Wavering flames of candles--the clean smell of white tea and aloe creates a refuge with its scent.
~My Funny Valentine. Why do I like this song so much? But don't change a hair for me, not if you care for me...It is okay to be imperfect here in this place where I hide. Stay little Valentine stay...each day is Valentine's day.
~White birds. They are like a gathering of angels, curved necks bowed to drink from green-blue tidal waters...lacerating me with their beauty. Do they see me? Let me stand here just a bit longer. Just a few moments more.
~My husband's hand clasps mine. My heartbeat slows, his warmth rinses me with strength.
~Candy-colored pinks now rupture on dark tree limbs--the opposite of cheerlessness is their delicacy.
~An ultramarine sky unspools over the horizon, swatches of sunlight wreathe my face.
~The intangible presence of God, His comfort, His laughter, His mystery like finding shade.