I thought and I thought…”What does serenity mean to me?”
I looked through my pictures. I knew, or I thought I knew, that it would be a landscape photo; a vista or a country road, but when I tried to picture myself in the photo I did not fit.
“Where”, I thought..do I find serenity?
A library? I don’t go to the library to read, though.
My bedroom, propped up, book in hand, waiting on sleep to overcome me, not a very good picture though.
All of this brainstorming lead me back to when my life was full as a wife and mother and the place I went to seek serenity.
There was still a book in hand, but there were waves crashing on the beach. I remember sitting by the water’s edge until the tide splashed my pages and then I got up, moved my chair back and sat until they splashed me again.
I must say my husband at the time, the father of my children, allowed me this. This was his time with the kids. My time for serenity.