Spirit House
I’ve been feeling so weary lately, overwhelmed by the constant barrage of sensory overload. The lights, the sounds, the endless stream of information—it's like I'm drowning in it all. Every day, it gets harder to find a moment of peace. I used to think I could handle it, that I could juggle everything without losing myself in the process. But now, I just feel... lost. There are times when I catch myself staring into the void, my mind desperate for a reprieve. It’s in those moments, when the world seems too much to bear, that I remember what my grandmother used to say. She’d tell me, "When you’re weary of the sense consciousness, you need to turn your face towards our Father's house." I didn’t understand it then, not really. It sounded too abstract, too spiritual for my pragmatic mind.But now, I think I get it. She wasn’t talking about a literal house. She meant that place within ourselves where we can find true peace and solace. That quiet sanctuary in our heart...