|Palazzo Biscari, Catania, Sicily|
One person, one focus
Carving out time to just to sit in a quiet house
Rolling out the mat and listening.
My knees creaking and cracking as I fold them under.
My neck bones grating, shifting and settling into place.
My shoulders tensing and rotating.
My eyes closing
breathing in and breathing out
no music, just the hum of some appliance in the other room, the computer? the heating unit?
wind whispering through the window cracks
pushing away the endless lists, the multi-tasking, the holiday frenzy
alone, but not lonely