Snuggling beneath the heavy woolen quilt made by her grandmother from old woolen clothing with parts too worn to wear was like being nestled in her arms, though she was long gone.
Angst began to leave as her breathing slowed and synced to the rhythm of the soft music enveloping the room.
Fear had been replaced by calmness making it possible for her to feel what the poets call tranquility.
Evening sounds such as distant chirping crickets or the soft hooting of an owl perched in an oak tree reassures earth’s inhabitants of the ebb and flow of days and nights and the necessity of such.
The tenets of her religion were like tentacles wrapped around her soul which brought a feeling of spiritual safety even when outlying worldly and physical conditions tried its best to release her.
Yesteryears’ sorrows faced and understood through the lenses of experience and the wisdom that arises helped her to be able to face the future and feel more sure of who she truly is.