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Home becomes a sanctuary. For some, home represents protection in times of uncertainty. To others home rebelliously presents itself as a prison; an experience of confinement.
For me....home becomes my blessing. A quiet place to pause, to break and to reassess the current state of affairs occuring in my life. Home is my place of solace, my peace of mind. Home affords me the rare opportunity, in this time, to journey inward, to engage a personal healing practice that consists of: rest, meditation, actively showcasing gratitude, prayer, creating, not-creating, eating, not-eating, crying, not-crying.
In these times, home becomes my sanctum. I can sit still, be in complete silence, or listen to music loud. I can breathe and become mindful, I can be productive and I can honor myself when I am feeling the exact opposite.
I embrace these moments alone, believing it will last only for a season. Using this time to not only stay safe, but to honor both my feelings of light and dark, carving out the space in time, previously unavailable, to do the work that will bring me healing.”