So I think I am pretty freaking clever. In fact, as I type this I am chuckling to myself. At the end of treatment, I realized that I need a place of my own in my house, to pray, read, meditate, blog, "feel"......and even hide. Thus I have coined the phrase "Mindful Creation of my own Destination Meditation Station." Can you dig it?
With the help of my husband, we have begun transforming a large oddly-shaped closet into my only little piece of heaven, or at least a place of peace and reflection with a door that shuts. So far I have a Grateful Dead blanket (that I have had for years and LOVE), a little whicker stand with a burlap cover designed to keep personal items, books, and treatment materials inside and all sorts of soothing items and aromas and sensory items all at arms reach. My goal is to paint the room, and hang inspirational art, poems, lyrics etc. on the walls to create my real and virtual safe space. My sacred space, when the world is too overwhelming, where there is always escape. Here are some photos. More to come, but for now a word from our sponsor, Miss Emily Dickinson.
"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these.”
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