A Space of One’s Own
In times of transition, especially in the middle when nothing seems to make sense, creating a safe, comforting space for yourself is critical.
A few years ago after my dad had died and I was care-taking for my mom and working way too much, I remember wandering around my home trying to desperately figure out where I could create my own little corner. Some place where it would be quiet and I could have things surrounding me that gave me strength, peace and hope. This lesson was brought home to me again this last fall when we first moved to our new home in the Black Hills. Once again, I found myself wandering around looking for the spot I would call my own.
I took over the downstairs bedroom. Down came the fly-fishing wallpaper and up went the soft green and beige walls. Down came the rods and reels and trophys to dead fish and up went pictures that I like, lamps with soft light that I am convinced help me to look younger and the table top fountain I put in the corner with the running water that gives me comfort.
I suppose over time, it won’t seem so important to me to have this space but during this time of disorientation and transition, there is some comfort in having a space of my own.
Have you ever created a space of your own?