There’s a room in my home that I’ve reserved for quiet meditation, beautiful music, and for Healing Touch sessions.
Guests sleep there too, among my paintings, candles, sentimental trinkets … an old brass bell, a rhinstone necklace my mother gave me, a tiny letter, a tin cross from Montana, the card Tess created and mailed to me that says ‘dream’, some pictures of my beautiful son … these, and whatever I happen to be exploring or creating at the time. It’s a special place.
We sometimes call the room my ‘woman cave’ … the space makes me happy, and I find much peace and healing when I’m quiet in the room … where I stand right now.
In the early morning, the sun shines through the sheers, lighting up the space with amazing energy and spirit.
I keep a big sheet of paper taped to the wall. I keep colors handy. I sketch the thoughts and colors that beg for their space on the blank slate. I sketch my dreams. I do it fast. I capture what I feel. I don’t worry about whether the picture is perfect … or even if it’s good. Only that it feels good, feels right at the moment.
… and so it doesn’t matter whether the picture you create is perfect, or a work of art. It only matters that you create. It only matters that you draw what you want. Make it real.
I don’t know whether the cottage I dream of practicing in will, in reality, have red flowers around the window, or pink … I don’t know whether there will be three rugs on the front porch, or whether the shingles will be torquoise … but it doesn’t matter. It only matters that I created a picture of my dream.
My guess is the space I’m creating as I honor my dreams will be even more precious, more vivid, more alive than anything I could have drawn.
… and you. What will you draw? I’d love to know.
Take precious good care my friends,
Love,
