When I entered into this program, I never expected my life to take the turn it has. I wanted to believe I could find myself again in this “sanctuary;” The Seattle Public Library. This is not what I found. I have been dreaming of a sanctuary, and found, instead, my own personal hell. Who would believe this? Only me. Now that I have finished this long process, I have found something, ultimately, more powerful and important than that sanctuary. I found a place within myself that I can turn to for comfort and shelter.
I’ll never forget this month, no matter what. I have traveled through Hell, only to come out stronger, and able to understand myself better than I ever thought possible. I was also able to overcome a lot of personal struggles and in turn, gain a better understanding of the world around me. I also discovered my true love: writing. In my next post I will post a poem I wrote after waking from my state of yoga nidra rest. It has become the high light of what I have gone through this past month.