Week 67 - Sitting in the Power

My Inner Sanctum on this Solstice

I often share my belief in silence. I preface my explanation by saying I am a meditation teacher, but not really. Sitting in silence cannot be defined by meditation. It is more a practice of sitting in my own energy while listening and trusting in silence.

Sometimes the practice of sitting in my power

leads to tears and anxiety, a distraction of my ego to keep me small

in a familiar place buying into the illusion of my smallness.

And always that pathway leads back to silence.

Silence is a doorway to my inner power.

Just like the space between my inbreath and my outbreath,

Silence helps me experience that place within,

a sanctum of inner peace.

Though I am not alone --

my inner child is here

Along with my teenage self

And my functional overachiever and probably many others.

Sometimes I pace around my sanctum

As I hold my life stories close

Believing an illusion and isolating with

My hurt.

My age is crone and yet my mind

Is not confined by my years --

I am more than my experiences.

I am the collective vessel of my soul.

This is my inner sanctum

Always demonstrating that there is so much

More than what I perceive

with my human eyes.

Silence has helped me define the true meaning of family

As I rewrite my history and create my family within

I am welcomed by all of me with love,

acceptance, and respect

I am all my experiences and

All of me is needed to go forth

I can’t leave any of me behind

Or I’ll be repeating what I have suffered.

All of me wants to be loved

Even the little girl with shame in her eyes

Even the teenager fighting against.

I just want to be accepted and to belong.

So my arms are open and I welcome me

no matter if I am peeking from

hidden spaces and my back

is turned away.

I breathe the same breath

Focus on my heart’s eyes

and feel the welcoming of my silence,

my true home.