My Sacred Space....

In last week's blog, I excitedly shared I was in the process of purchasing a laptop and setting it up in a beautiful north-west facing room in our home, where once upon a time I took great pleasure in channeling Sekhem Energy for the healing of others. The massage table, which once stood dominantly in the centre of this space, is presently folded and camouflaged under a colorful, bright couch, – until another time, a divine time.

This particular room, which is neither small nor large, holds the most calming, wise, gentle energy. I absolutely adore the atmosphere and look forward to spending more time here meditating, writing, reading or just 'being', whilst soaking up the stillness of this magical environment. It's so soothing for my soul.

So, as of this week, this room has officially become 'my sacred space'. From now on, the new laptop will be used purely for my writing and will remain settled on a little, second-hand, timber desk I once bought from an elderly man. This rustic desk is situated in front of a three-quarter length, colonial, timber window, which beautifully allows the afternoon sun's warmth and brightness to fill the room, whilst I look out onto part of our roofed, rear, cedar verandah and rose garden.

This lovely view of nature allows me to remain grounded in between spiritual practices, and often the willy wagtails will dance for me on the outside window panes, making me lose my concentration. They are so gorgeous and always remind me of my father, who had many play around him when, for hours, he used to tend to his precious garden. Come to think of it, my father, who is in Spirit, is probably sending the little birds as a sign he is near! If I happen to be at my desk during evenings, I have the privilege of being seated in the front row of witnessing the most spectacular sunsets, which take my breath away time and time again, whilst reminding me I am a mere pinprick within this vast universe.

The window sill, which I face when I am sitting at my desk, carries my larger crystals to infuse the atmosphere of the room with healing and cleansing qualities, whilst also enabling me to continuously admire them. To their left on the sill sits a gorgeous scented candle I light whenever I sit down to write. I am prepared, and have many more in the desk cupboard to keep me going for months on end. There is also a glass jar I have decorated with colorful ribbon near the right corner of the window. I call this jar 'My Celebration of 2016', as it has within it singular pieces of small, folded paper, each documented with a significant and wonderful event as it happens to me throughout the year, and which I read on New Year's Eve to reminisce and smile over at the closing of yet another fortunate twelve months in this physical life.

Above me, hanging across a three-quarter rolled up, bamboo blind in a semi circle, are Buddhist Prayer Flags, adding color and wisdom to my room. I adore these; I always have. They emanate such powerful and purposeful messages, and command a gentle respect. To my left, staggeringly nailed to the wall, are my Levels 1 & 2 Sekhem Energy Healing Certificates, which remind me every day of what's to come. Being absorbed in this energy is sheer bliss, and I look forward to sharing it once again.

Also fixed to the wall, is a porcelain plate with a black and white print of my European birth town. I always thought it to be daggy and hid it in a drawer for years, however it's one of the few pieces of my heritage I own, and seems to become more significant the older I grow. I felt it was time to finally honor it.

To my right on the carpeted floor sits my beautiful alter, complete with a cushion for my bum, consisting of a chakra (colored) candle, surrounded by earthy materials; each one of personal value. Under the alter hides my cd player with all the various spiritual disks I've accumulated over the years, such as ones for relaxation, angel therapies, guided meditations and hypnosis, all for varying issues and aimed lovingly towards growth, awareness and healing.

To the right of the alter stands a beautiful, tall timber, second hand bookshelf, which was kindly given to me by a previous employer. It is filled with well-loved spiritual books, each offering similar words of wisdom and divine guidance, yet each with the author's personal stamp. All are beautifully printed and so precious to my soul.

The shelves also carry particular objects, which each hold a treasured memory, such as Phyllis's 100^th birthday invitation. A grand lady, who I had the pleasure of assisting in her lovely home and who passed over at the age of 102! We became great friends, regardless of the fifty or so year age difference and she will always hold a special place in my heart.

Then there's Oscar's favorite, weathered mouse and ball. He was our gorgeous, ginger cat, who we sadly needed to send on to the Spirit world just over two years ago; literally breaking my heart. I have also kept some of his beautiful, ginger tail fur and lovingly placed it inside a matchbox wearing his photo. He was and will forever be my special boy.

I treasure a precious photo of my father and I, taken not long before his passing in 2002; fourteen years ago, yet seems like only yesterday. I also have a one and only print of Glen, whom I was very close to before he suddenly passed away on Valentines Day 2000. That date my life took a whole new direction!

I own eight decks of various reading cards, mostly Angel ones. I have a smudge stick, which I use infrequently: only when I feel the need. I have two lovely, calming, jade green plants upholding the oxygen in the room. I have a chain of quaint, beautiful sounding chimes hanging from the corner of the bookshelf, and a round, flat cane dish, filled with many pocket-sized crystals, all colors of the rainbow. They sit proudly on a pine coffee table in the centre of the room and are an absolute delight to look at, especially when the afternoon sun catches them.

Hanging on the wall above the couch, I have a magical, pastel spirit guide drawing, completed by a psychic artist, who picked me out of a crowd of strangers during a spiritual church service in 2003. It wasn't until the end of the service that the artist, who drew with her eyes closed using her spiritual sight (amazing), pointed to me and stated this drawing is a gift from the Angels, while she continued to relay their messages, one by one. I was overwhelmed with gratitude and I will always fondly remember the meaning of this beautiful image. I'm so in awe of 'Carol'.

Hanging on another wall, I have a mesmerising black and white picture of an American Indian woman, who expresses a powerful, important message. I found this poster in storage amongst my husband's belongings many years ago, and after consulting with him, I visited a framing shop and was professionally assisted with the most perfect, fitting frame. I just love it and could admire it for hours.

Not to forget, I also have an animal rescue calendar hanging on the wall from a farm in Tasmania, which does amazing and inspiring work to save creatures. Each month features the life story and photo of one of the many rescued animals, and it melts my heart every time I flip a page to the following month. If I happen to be losing a little faith in humanity, I look at my calendar and instantly it is restored. Such a purposeful life mission.

There are many more objects which complete my room. In fact, my whole life story thus far is embedded and confined in this cluster of material belongings. By examining the contents, my biography could easily be written by a stranger. 

 

I'm extremely grateful to have my own space where I may, at my own pace, learn, grow, manifest, communicate with Spirit, send healing outward etc. What I love and cherish most of all is when I'm spending time in my beautiful room, one by one (I have two) my fluff ball felines gravitate toward the energy, enter and curl up somewhere in a chosen comfortable spot, be it by my side on the desk while I write or on my lap when I'm sitting on the couch reading. They know when they're on a good thing : )

However, I feel I need to acknowledge, although all the above precious material objects mean the absolute world to me on a very personal scale, I can actually let each and every one of them go. There was a time I wouldn't have been able to accept or admit this easily, yet since I have learned spiritual insight and love are all that matter, I can detach myself if need be………...however, having said that, I'm going to make the most of my loved and cherished space, including all my treasures, and enjoy them while I can…….because I can.