my zen room is
my life line
my sanctuary
my hide away
my club house
my shelter
my home
my safety
my savor
my anchor
my drug
my life
my heart
my mind
my soul
my zen room is me
my zen room is a small corner in my room that I put curtains over, I laid blankets in it, and put pillows in there, I have the stuffed hippo and rhino from that day when I got lost in six flags, I have my miny shrines, with home made incense burners, and half burned incense sticks, I have my memories, and random abstract pictures from my sister, a blanket that my mom and grandma made me, the last birthday presant from my best friend who moved, a box of candles that belongs to Nikki, a gaint orca plushie from sea world, a book of chinese proverbs, and a dictionary. I have a treasure chest with random childish stuff in it right outside my zen room, making a small wall to it. above that, I have a string of little indian girl dolls hanging in front of the curtains. I have a little of everything that is me in that room. and the room has it's own special thing in it too, magic.
I've been getting testy lately, and my short cut to calmness wasn't cutting it. breath in to the count of seven, hold to the count of seven, breath out to the count of seven, I can do that anywhere, it's my shortcut, and a good skill to have when you have a temper like mine. but it wasn't working, and I was still getting mad, so when I got home tonight, I went to my zen room, I closed the curtains completely, not even letting the normal crack be open, not wanting the reminder of the reality that I must eventualy return to showing. the lights were off, and I was in total darkness, yet I could see perfectly. the second I stepped into that room, I was calm, and blank, I was whole, and I had a clean pallet to work with. I was ready to relax.
I curled into my ball on the floor for a few seconds, as I made adjustments, keeping my mind blank, keeping everything white, as I got used to it all again, as I remembered what it was like to be in control. Then, I sat up and folded my legs again, I made a small circle out of my hands, gently resting my forearms on my thighs, I placed the circle in front of my stomach, and started to breath, I let the thoughts come in, seep slowly back into my head from the outside, as they creeped like bugs across the floor, up the wall, through the air, dripping like water, one by one into my head, and I slowly was able to organize them, the one place in my life where I can ignore thoughts, where I can turn them off, but at the risk of not being able to turn them back on. I take that risk for the peace that follows.
I was meditating for only a couple minutes before I was done. as I relaxed, and said goodbye to my blanket of darkness, I started to get up, I walked out back into the world, reapearing into life. I looked at the clock...my three minutes were really thirty. I squinted as I stepped into the dirty light of the hall...not pure, not clean, but dirty, trying to peirce my skin, trying to get in and change me, the thoughts that I could turn back on started to speed up, faster and faster, louder and louder, their whirs slamming against my skull, dull aches as they ran into one another, but nothing I can't handle, nothing I dont' handle.
I walked downstairs, and my family wondered where I was, I told them I was just in my room, they said they looked in their and I wasn't there, I looked at them, perplexed that they would look into my room in the first place, but to not see me, and then they relized which room I was talking about. MY room.
My zen room is magical because it's mine, it's me. The second I'm in there I can think, I can see, I can hear, I can smell, I can know. it calms me, instantly. it protects me. When I'm sad, I flee to it and my drop my sorrows off at the door, when I'm angry, I stomp to it, and my passionate flame sizzles out, the frustration evaporating. When I'm scared, I run to it, tuck myself into it, and hide, then feel safe, and know everything is okay. When I'm tired, I go and get re energized. but my favorite part, is that it's magic is only for me, no one else can experience it, and no one else can understand it, but they don't have to, since it's not their room, it's mine.
my life line
my sanctuary
my hide away
my club house
my shelter
my home
my safety
my savor
my anchor
my drug
my life
my heart
my mind
my soul
my zen room is me
my zen room is a small corner in my room that I put curtains over, I laid blankets in it, and put pillows in there, I have the stuffed hippo and rhino from that day when I got lost in six flags, I have my miny shrines, with home made incense burners, and half burned incense sticks, I have my memories, and random abstract pictures from my sister, a blanket that my mom and grandma made me, the last birthday presant from my best friend who moved, a box of candles that belongs to Nikki, a gaint orca plushie from sea world, a book of chinese proverbs, and a dictionary. I have a treasure chest with random childish stuff in it right outside my zen room, making a small wall to it. above that, I have a string of little indian girl dolls hanging in front of the curtains. I have a little of everything that is me in that room. and the room has it's own special thing in it too, magic.
I've been getting testy lately, and my short cut to calmness wasn't cutting it. breath in to the count of seven, hold to the count of seven, breath out to the count of seven, I can do that anywhere, it's my shortcut, and a good skill to have when you have a temper like mine. but it wasn't working, and I was still getting mad, so when I got home tonight, I went to my zen room, I closed the curtains completely, not even letting the normal crack be open, not wanting the reminder of the reality that I must eventualy return to showing. the lights were off, and I was in total darkness, yet I could see perfectly. the second I stepped into that room, I was calm, and blank, I was whole, and I had a clean pallet to work with. I was ready to relax.
I curled into my ball on the floor for a few seconds, as I made adjustments, keeping my mind blank, keeping everything white, as I got used to it all again, as I remembered what it was like to be in control. Then, I sat up and folded my legs again, I made a small circle out of my hands, gently resting my forearms on my thighs, I placed the circle in front of my stomach, and started to breath, I let the thoughts come in, seep slowly back into my head from the outside, as they creeped like bugs across the floor, up the wall, through the air, dripping like water, one by one into my head, and I slowly was able to organize them, the one place in my life where I can ignore thoughts, where I can turn them off, but at the risk of not being able to turn them back on. I take that risk for the peace that follows.
I was meditating for only a couple minutes before I was done. as I relaxed, and said goodbye to my blanket of darkness, I started to get up, I walked out back into the world, reapearing into life. I looked at the clock...my three minutes were really thirty. I squinted as I stepped into the dirty light of the hall...not pure, not clean, but dirty, trying to peirce my skin, trying to get in and change me, the thoughts that I could turn back on started to speed up, faster and faster, louder and louder, their whirs slamming against my skull, dull aches as they ran into one another, but nothing I can't handle, nothing I dont' handle.
I walked downstairs, and my family wondered where I was, I told them I was just in my room, they said they looked in their and I wasn't there, I looked at them, perplexed that they would look into my room in the first place, but to not see me, and then they relized which room I was talking about. MY room.
My zen room is magical because it's mine, it's me. The second I'm in there I can think, I can see, I can hear, I can smell, I can know. it calms me, instantly. it protects me. When I'm sad, I flee to it and my drop my sorrows off at the door, when I'm angry, I stomp to it, and my passionate flame sizzles out, the frustration evaporating. When I'm scared, I run to it, tuck myself into it, and hide, then feel safe, and know everything is okay. When I'm tired, I go and get re energized. but my favorite part, is that it's magic is only for me, no one else can experience it, and no one else can understand it, but they don't have to, since it's not their room, it's mine.
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That was amazing. Straight out of Chicken Soup for the Soul. You should send it in (if it still lives, lol). I can see it in their books. It's deep.
Two thumbs up! 3nodding