Outside, Inside.

Outside of me there’s the world. The sun and the fields, the hills and the roads. The people, the noise of a crowd, the song of a child’s voice. There’s the rain and the snow. The cherry blossoms and the pine cones littered at the feet of the forest.

Outside of me there’s the silence of a quiet moment, sitting by the crackling fireplace. There is also the havoc of a million battles going on in the universe.

Outside of me –but very close- there’s the stinky breath, but unconditional love and slobbery smile of my pup. And also very close the laughter that I share with my friends; the challenging days at work; the long conversations with Mom; the soft touch of the man I love...

But wait.

Inside of me there’s the joy from the warmth of the sun and the joy of the journey through those fields, hills and roads. And the things that I learn from people and the pure innocence of a child’s voice. I also feel the damp of the rain and the cold of the snow inside my bones. And the pink of the cherry blossoms in my heart and the greatness of the forest in my soul.

Inside of me there’s the peace of sitting by the fireplace and the distress of knowing about the battles.

Inside of me there’s absolute adoration for the pup and for Mom and for the man I love. And there’s a sense of belonging thanks to my friends and a sense of purpose from my days at work.