Sinead

“I belong to myself.
Always.
Eternally.
Without question.
My own safe house.
My own sheltered harbor.
I am my own solid ground.
I am the lighthouse beacon.
I call the ships safely home from sea.
I am the North Star and the compass.
I am my own port in the wildest storm.
I am the spell caster and the spell breaker.
I am a witch of alchemy and transformation.
I am the pages in the grimoire of knowledge,
I am the source of all the magic ever known.
I am the kiss that wakes us all from slumber.
I am the white horse knight in shining armor.
I am my own happily ever after fairytale godmother.
I am my own rest stop on the longest journey of living.
The final destination on every treasure map I will ever need.
I am my own primary relationship, my own till death do us part.
I am my own center and saving grace, my own best-kept secret.
I am the lineage of wisdom itself, the home of my own belonging.

I am my own. And my own. And always my own.”
― Jeanette LeBlanc

“I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my "real" life again at last. That is what is strange - that friends, even passionate love, are not my real life unless there is time alone in which to explore and to discover what is happening or has happened. Without the interruptions, nourishing and maddening, this life would become arid. Yet I taste it fully only when I am alone here and "the house and I resume old conversations".”
― May Sarton