Comfort

Comfort…

Of my slippers…

Of a cup of hot chocolate…

Of a crackling fireplace…

Of the decorated Xmas tree…

Of the blanket of snow…

Of carolers singing…

Of warm woolly mittens…

Of your company…

Of memories of years…

The comforts of my soul.

This poem says it all. Comfort… Where do we find it? It is a feeling that comes from being with the people we love, from being around the things that put you at ease; things that are regular in your world. When the world outside seems tough, it’s nice to come home to your sacred space; somewhere that you can relax in. Certain people also can have a calming effect on your mood. I carry rocks and crystals to bring me comfort and courage. Take comfort also in the spirit world. The angels watch over us all the time. Never forget that!