At Home

 At Home

Sorting through a house that 

I don't remember ever feeling much

like a home.

Loaded layers,

varied valuables,

records of ruin,

random, self-serving journals.

Loving, caring, compassionate me.

Gently present as I always have been,

making sense of a tangled mess

that, once unraveled,

reveals truths.

Some that I knew all along,

others that have 

an exciting novelty.

The most important is –

I am safely

at home

in me.  

And, with that on board,

I can forgive,

feel grateful,

 tap ever more deeply into

the Light of Love.

My own gentle presence

lovingly settles 

into the amazing experience

 of being safely

 at home

in me.

Sarah Carlson

June 2, 2020