It waits for me to enter
To fill it with my breath, my smile, my tears
Ganesh looks out the window at the trees, patiently waiting for my “Namaste, Ganesh”
Always ready to remove the obstacles I place before me
Piglet and Pooh ponder the butterfly waiting to inspire me to shed my caterpillar ways and start to fly
The Tiger and Leopard watch them and the door, hoping it will open soon and I will look into their majestic faces once more
The 6 red Buddhas from the flea market sit on the windowsill. They are new here, and smile as they wait to see what goes on in this room
The tea lights wait to be lit, to give warmth to the brass bowl that sits nearby, silent.
Peace and Hope sit on the windowsill beside the glass enclosed Chinese carving , missing my touching their softness as I look out the window at the backyard before beginning
The books are piled on the floor, still waiting for the bookshelves that have been promised
So what is it that keeps me out of this space?
The space I created for myself
The space to do Yoga, the thing that brings me joy, calm and healing
Why dont I open the door?
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