Monday crept up on me today and suddenly I remembered its time for another blog post! This time I'm writing from my phone as my laptop is at the bungalow and I'm in a new flat. Surprise I'm moving again! The bungalow belongs to my brother, he's getting into property development, whereas I am a mere peasant, paying rent to a never ending series of landlords. My boyfriend and I have been looking for a little flat to rent between us, and we have found a snug flat situated about 5 minutes from the beach and 5 minutes from the highstreet. Perfect! Our only problem right now is mould. Unfortunately the previous inhabitants left a lot of mildew in the flat due to poor ventilation. We've got a dehumidifier in here now and are waiting for the estate agents to sort out the black stains on the ceilings and walls. Gross. The stink of mould sinks into my clothes and hair. I don't want to move any of my stuff in until the problem's sorted. The estate agents say they will fix this ASAP.
So I am sat on a mattress in the tiny living room, thinking about the new sofa I want to buy and where I will put my desk to do my artwork. I want this little place to be like a temple, a sacred space, full of inspiration. I want a Buddha statue on the highest shelf, with candles and flowers. I want a sparkly chandelier and crystals in the window. I want a work station neatly organised with pieces of wood to burn. I have been burning some really lovely pieces lately, with pretty filigree designs that remind me of mendhi. I hope you can see the detail in the photo below. These are two pieces I posted today.
To me, "sacred space" means a place which is set apart from the rest, somewhere special and private, somewhere to rest, meditate, heal, and be inspired. Whenever I walk down to the beach I get that feeling of being refreshed and inspired, cleansed by the salt air. There's a lot of people down there but you see that a lot of them are in their own little bubble. One person stood facing the sea, practicing some kind of Thai Chi. They seemed to be in their own little world there. A huddle of people sat on deck chairs outside their beach hut, having created an outdoor living room of their own. Each beach hut is painted a different colour and decorated inside to be a private little sacred space. Somewhere they can retreat to, away from the hustle and bustle of a busy town. I want my home to be that place of peace, somewhere that nurtures the soul and refocuses the mind on higher principles than "what colour sofa should I buy?" and instead think.... "How can I make this a better world for everyone? How can I serve my purpose?" Sacred space is not just a pretty surrounding, but a place within you. A place you can learn to connect to at any time, to remember the true nature of your being.
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts )O(