"Noun:
The state or fact of existing, occurring, or being present in a place or thing." From Google.
Sometimes you can feel someone's presence just by thinking about them, a warm, fuzzy feeling or a chilling, unsettling one. Sometimes you spend all your time with someone, and find yourself distinctly aware of their lack of presence in their absence. Sometimes you hardly spend time with someone at all and never notice their presence much. Sometimes the presence is commanding, direction making, guiding and drawing those around it. Sometimes the presence is cautious, careful, checking everything and everyone while proceeding slowly. Sometimes the presence is bright, shining, drawing those around it onward and upward. Sometimes the presence is gooey, dark, weighing down everyone around. And sometimes, that presence is warm, soft, peaceful.
A presence that sings with a delicate strength that inspires those around it to protect it lest it break. A presence that eases the worries and loosens the knots in the muscles. A presence that expels the inner toxins in a sigh of relaxation and relief. A presence of beauty and admiration, kindling that inner fire of hope. A presence that feels of open arms welcoming to a safe space free of burdens, of welcoming home. The kind of presence that makes one want to hold it tight and never let go, yet one that must never be handled without care and caution lest it stifle and shatter.
I yearn for this presence, of days spent just being near it. Of letting go all the outside world and simply existing with it. A refreshing break from the constant chaos and strife that is life with all the bits and bobs bouncing around and getting into places they wreck havoc.
I'm weary, tired, worn, spent. I hurt. I need to catch my breath.
I'm going to sit here for a while.
It's time to rest.