The Sanctuary at My Window

This isn’t just a desk,
it’s a compass of the soul,
pointing east toward the mesa,
where the sky remembers
who I am.

The fairy lights breathe,
slowly in, slowly out,
a quiet pulse of wonder.
The pathos plant stretches across the wall,
then spills down before me,
like green hands cradling the day.

Feathers rest in mugs and jars,
gathered over time,
some gifted, some found,
each one a whisper,
each one a soft yes
from the wind.

There’s a pencil holder from long ago,
crafted in youth,
now holding two feathers:
one light, one dark,
a pairing that feels like story,
like legacy held gently in wood and steel.

The crystal lamp glows nearby.
Though I never knew the hands
that once turned it on,
I imagine she might feel
my quiet gratitude
each time I do.

There are little reminders of laughter,
of seashells that crossed the miles,
of a leaf in a photo that feels like me,
soft, strong, in the midst of change.

Landscapes lean in from every side:
Sugarite, the mesa, the peaks,
each one holding a part of my breath,
a moment where I felt
held by the earth.

The fountain sings in the center,
water and stone,
with rocks from trails I know by heart.
Their music settles something in me.

There’s an angel, broken now,
but still lying whole,
her wings once pressed into my palm
with a blessing for the road.

Wild gifts rest nearby,
a mountain I can hold,
a beach tucked inside a stone.
Little pieces of earth
given to steady me.

There’s a carving of an elephant,
a reminder that sometimes
we are the ones in the center,
and other times,
we are the ones
fiercely circling.

There’s a tree burned into wood,
a candle drawn in hope,
a small card speaking
the things I sometimes forget
but need to hear.

A child’s drawing waves from the wall,
her love drawn in stickers and hearts.
There’s a lavender candle waiting,
for those nights
when I need only the dance
of a single flame.

And high above,
a piece of art that still holds me,
a tree scarred and cut,
still rising.
Still pushing the ashes away,
making room for the light.
And I, too,
grow with her.

Together,
we hold the sky.