Over Sink

So, I placed freedom over my sink, and it's got me thinking. 

I declared this place as a space where I am free.  Is it now holy? 

If you were standing here with me,

would you feel somewhat different,

would you think I was different, standing in it?

I've begun to fill this space with items from my collections.  

They transport me into worlds beyond,

sweep me into imaginings 

of the elements they hold in their creation; 

the glass, the rocks, the shells, the wood.

These items serve as reminders of memories:
the oceans, the beaches, where my feet have touched sand,
my tongue has tasted salty water,
and my body has floated and swam.
The painted tile from a Desert Botanical Garden,
a stop during our honeymoon.
The sculpted paper rainbow
my son and I made together.

 

I see through open windows, here in this place,

and I wonder if this is my theme for this week:

that truths are sculpted into my life as I continue pursuing

and reaching, and wanting to hold them,

as I glimpse beyond that which is in front of me physically,

laying it all out on an altar, I'm offering

myself the gift of changing

and rearranging life to live better.

To live free.