Lately, because I am trying so hard to be disciplined around my time working out for the benefit of balance, muscle tone and energy, my discipline around meditative time has fallen by the wayside. Today I made room for it before I set out on my work day. That meditative time takes place in what is a small bedroom, aka “office space”, or otherwise the catch-all for all things I need to get out of sight from other areas in my home. (As I write, I am hoping that at least some of you also have places like this…) However, aside from all the junk and mess that defines this room, there is a chair, a floor lamp, and a small table that is nonetheless, MySpace, or rather, sacred space.
As I sat there this morning after doing some reading, my eyes drifted to the table, to those things that rest upon it, that are among my favorite things. And I thought I might share them with you. There is an olive wood Celtic cross measuring about one foot in length that a friend gave me a number of years ago. The strength of both the wood and the cross are important reminders for me. There is a plaque that a very special friend gave me that reads “All poetry is prayer.” I firmly believe this to be true. There is a decorative plate from yet another friend when she and her husband left their home of many years to live in a retirement community – it is decorated with a stained-glass like design of the three kings. This reminds me of a treasured relationship that has survived thirty years of living some 450 miles apart. I also have a Willow Tree “Angel of Prayer” on the table. In my years, I have come to appreciate all that prayer offers. As well there is a dish with colorful stones surrounding a candle – and a “clicker” for lighting the candle (of course, one must remember to snuff the candle when done…). Lighting a candle for me, lends sacred light to this sacred space. There is a wooden cut-out of Noah’s ark; this is for my inner child! And there is a clam shell that someone soaked in bleach so that it is a bright white – ridged on the outside, perhaps marking its years of passage not unlike the rings of a tree, and ever so smooth inside, silken to the touch. Don’t we hope our lives might reflect both of these qualities too? Finally there is a photograph I took a fall or two ago; when I looked at it today I said aloud “I really like that picture.” I like it because it conveys serenity, the bench in afternoon sun companioned by a lone leaf, and it conveys the mystery of our journey because back beyond the bench there is a path into the woods. (I am including the photo here.)
It was good to return “home” to these items today, and good to be reminded of their significance. I hope I can again be diligent in my return, in taking time to sit in MySpace, reflecting, giving thanks, and asking for help as needed.