to have or hold within
You close the door behind you, with eagerness but without ease,
you sit to relieve your legs of the weight of the day.
You retire your shoes, encrusted with the debris encountered on the cluttered canvas of a street on your way from the train, your bike, a car. Particles descend to rest on a mat. A pad of mud remains patterned with your boot’s footprint. The day’s silt starts to settle, though the day’s goings-on remain cloudy.
We bring into our homes the cluttered house of our bodies, our hearts, our brains. And at times, the hardest work to do is to rest.
Arrive. Settle. Recompose. Your house, your home, your Self contain these assorted joys and miseries in one space, to be tended to in time
