Home Inside

I am making a home inside myself. A shelter 

of kindness where everything

is forgiven, everything allowed—a quiet patch 

of sunlight to stretch out without hurry, 

where all that has been banished 

and buried is welcomed, spoken, listened to—released. 

A fiercely friendly place I can claim as my very own. 

I am throwing arms open

to the whole of myself—especially the fearful, 

fault-finding, falling apart, unfinished parts, knowing 

every seed and weed, every drop

of rain, has made the soil richer. 

I will light a candle, pour a hot cup of tea, gather 

around the warmth of my own blazing fire. I will howl 

if I want to, knowing this flame can burn through

any perceived problem, any prescribed perfectionism, 

any lying limitation, every heavy thing. 

I am making a home inside myself

where grace blooms in grand and glorious 

abundance, a shelter of kindness that grows 

all the truest things. 

I whisper hallelujah to the friendly

sky. Watch now as I burst into blossom.

~ Julia Fehrenbacher