Gemotions

The hidden room was a shock, a profound and unexpected shift in the landscape of her new life. She stood, transfixed, by the unadorned stone walls, the single, bare window framing a bleak winter sky. The familiar warmth of the central heating seemed to recede, replaced by a chill that went straight to her core.

She had been so busy, so distracted by the minutiae of the move, the unpacking, the settling in. Had she forgotten how to *pause*?

She wrapped her arms around herself, as though to physically contain the turmoil churning within. The room felt like a question, a gaping void waiting to be filled. It was an invitation, and a challenge.