My walls are enough. Put down the pictures.
My laugh is enough. Turn off the movie.
My child is perfect. Look away from the others.
My life is mine. Turn my eyes inward. Spend time attending to the dishes and the laundry. Clean the acorns off the driveway.
Plants thrive when spoken to. So too inner peace. Spend time being in my life, molding it, spinning on a potter’s wheel, wet clay in my hands.
Make the beds and sweep the floors. If a storm comes, I’ll be ready.