I've finally located sanctuary again. It's been missing for some time now. Perhaps simply because I haven't been home but one week out of the last month. Maybe due to restlessness. But tonight, it was waiting for me.
My porch has always been the one place I could go where time seems to stop. It's the place where no one can find me, when I don't wish to be found. The hide-away. It's the place where thoughts gather and ideas simmer. Where stars are wished-upon and wishes are granted. I've watched the sun fall and rise from there and followed the moon across an indigo sky.
Tonight I settled myself out there and stretched out under the silver light of a half moon. Patchouli scented air and soft candlelight. A moon flower weaving its way up a string above my windows. Tendrils of the coolest air I've felt in months slipping like silk across heated skin. I let my thoughts wander across boundaries and oceans, through walls and mountains, sending whispered words to their destinations. I have no doubt they were heard by a few of their intended.
Muscles turned to butter and the restlessness disappeared, for a moment. No hurry to find my bed or to sleep. No dreams demanding an audience. Cares falling away like petals from a stem. Sanctuary. At last.