No Place To Hide

    It is not that I was actually hiding from him.  He just saw it that way.  At the house, I had my meditation room, which I could only use when no one was there because someone would eventually  knock on the door to ask me a stupid question, there was Chelsea’s old room which I turned into my “white horse” picture room and did the majority of my creative writing and reading, the upstairs great room with a huge desk, which has been traded in for a TV tray where I paid the bills, kept records and had a second TV, the front porch for morning coffee and a backyard full of beautiful flowers, a dog and two cats.  I now have a balcony.  He has commented more than once since the move that he can now “find” me.  And again, it is not that I am hiding, it is just that I have always been someone who needs time to themselves, time to think, to listen, to breathe, little sanctuaries.  I have not yet learned how to be in my sanctuary when among others.  I do have my public moments of Zen, when I greet a dog with a wagging tail or see a pretty garden that has been tended to with love.  I guess my goal would be to see all moments with love, with an understanding that all is tended with love, a Great love, a love beyond comprehension, a love that all is well even when it does not seem that way.  A love that does not require a place to hide.