Let’s be honest, you could put a burlap sack on her and it would look good.
I place myself in your presence, after the strain and turmoil of the day.
I rest quietly here as a little boat, which has been tossed by the waves and fretted by the wind, rests securely in a sheltered harbor.
Here my projects lose their power over me.
A healing process begins
My fragmented self is reassembled, and I am made whole again.
In your presence I experience my true worth, which consists not in doing but in being.
I surrender myself into your hands.
I am at peace.