Comfort is safety, comfort is freedom, comfort is a soft moment of relief.
I offer comfort in a gentle hand or quiet word.
I receive comfort from certainty and escape from the heaviness in life.
I walk with comfort in the breathable linens that adorn my body.
The light breeze on a hot day releases a sigh and the tension from my body.
No pain, no fear, no foreboding future.
Self soothing and kind words comfort the soul.
A soft blanket and quiet evening with no responsibilities comfort the mind.
A stretch and deep breath from the core comfort the body’s aches.
No worries, in the flow, and a presence with life.
Found in a brush stroking the canvas, words printed on crisp old paper, or the smell of fresh cut grass.
Stop and pause, seek out these moments of comfort that easily slip past, with no loud fanfare.
I offer, I seek, I walk with comfort in the moments that wait quietly for me to notice.
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