A sanctuary is place of safety and refuge. It is a place where there is lack of fear. Optimism can flourish in a sanctuary as negativity peels off given the presence of a seen or unseen secure perimeter. You can stretch out rather than crouch knowing that the coming moments and time itself is sheltered. It is a sanctuary after all. I have seen the monks in a monastery where peace prevails. I visited a sanctuary in Thailand for abused elephants. Although they had suffered at the hands of humans, they learn to love and trust us again after seeing the other side of humanity in a safe haven. When the bell rings at the end of the day at a kindergarten, the children run into the sanctuary of their parents embrace. Where is your sanctuary? Do you even have a sanctuary? I have so much in life, but I do not have a sanctuary anymore, which means that I had sanctuaries which evolved over time till I lost that circle of safety and refuge around me. How did I devolve into this condition? Does providing a sanctuary for your family, wash away your own? Maybe it is the broken trust and fear, which you experience time and again in life, which makes a sanctuary not feel like a refuge anymore. Could it be a negative mindset? If our present thoughts belong to the mindless possibilities of the future, good or bad, how can the present feel secure? I have to find or create a sanctuary for myself again. The world does not need to change for that to happen. I have to change myself. When things change inside you, things change around you……..