Sanctuary

No matter how much I try, sometimes life and work and being human get the better of me.

My body gets tired. Jet lag wins. I spend 10 hours presenting over two days. I forget to eat. I miss my husband. I miss my own bed and my pillows that feel just right. Every conceivable deadline seems to be approaching all at once.

I roll out my mat.

71 inches all there just for me.

No voicemails. No emails. No talking.

Quiet. Peace. 

Some days I go to work out.

Some days I go for refuge.

That first deep breath. A soft exhale.

Hands to heart.

Sanctuary.