Synchronicity

As I began my morning routine with mindfulness, and looked around the room,
I gazed at the objects and for a moment

felt as though they glanced back at me.

It is not a coincidence that I am here. I thought.

It's had occurred to me before, but now it felt real. 

This is the room where it all happened.

This room witnessed an evolution like no other...

it held me, when no one else could. 

Sat with me as I cried in the dark. 

Held pen and paper until I was ready to write.
Heard every prayer whispered.
And boasted of my awards.

This room holds keys to unlock doors I had forgotten existed...

It is not just a room, but a space, a sanctuary for my spirit and my imagination.

As I sit in this room,

I have remembered
to come back.

The room
reminded me
showed me what I had forgotten.


Who I am.


I hope that as you sit,
waiting,
you too
return to the truth
of who you are.