- SPARK -
My Most Me Place
Halley Miglietta
My most me place is not a place I can visit, or walk to, or picnic at. It’s a place I can feel only when my breathing becomes my focal point and I become conscious of its rhythm, astute to its pattern, sensation, and duration. From there I can access something so tremendous, that I AM ALIVE RIGHT NOW, in this very moment, and what a miracle it is to remember the gift of simply be alive. My most me place is hard to access sometimes. It’s difficult to get to when I’m worrying about how things might turn out or when I’m feeling down on myself for choices I’ve made or certain things I’ve said and done. I can’t feel my most me place when I’m harboring judgement or criticism of another or when I’m trying to solve problems that are mostly imaginary. My most me place has everything to do with a gesture of acceptance. An acceptance of life exactly as it is, an acceptance of myself exactly as I am, an acceptance of others exactly as they are. When I can’t call upon a warm sheath of acceptance to settle the angsty spasms in my chest cavity, I know there’s somewhere for me to journey to, in order to get myself back to right here. Which becomes my cue to get quiet enough to feel the wax and wane of my breathing and the pulsation of my heartbeat, and a remembrance of what a gift it is to simply be alive.
- PROMPT -
Write about a Place where you felt you could just be you. The place can be real or imaginary. Either way, describe it in as much detail as you can. Were you there with other people or were you alone? What is it about this place that made you feel at ease?
