Sitting on the Back Step
I have so many memories of sitting on the back step.
The platform where my Dad and I sat whilst searching for
falling stars and exploring the wonders of the universe.
My place to escape and ponder the meaning of life on
a warm spring morning after a challenging week.
My haven when the overwhelming sense of loss becomes
so great I can hardly breathe.
My solarium to warm my chilled bones in the depth of
winter whilst I saviour my morning coffee.
My podium from which to gaze across the bushland
as the gentle mist rises from the valley below.
My quiet corner to sit and watch the moon rise over
the distance horizon, turning the bushland into a
wonderland.
My private space where I can show my unadorned face to
the world free of judgement and expectation.
My meditation place where seduced by gentle chants I can
lose myself in thought and find my inner-being.
My cathedral where surrounded by the melodic tones of
bird song I'm reminded of the beautiful things in life.
Yes, I can solve all the problems of the world Sitting on my
Back Step.
Everyone should have one, they are magical places.
~ Kate M 2017
