I am ever both intrigued by
and enamored of havens . . .
Creating those (I feel some
esses coming on!) small,
secret, sacred spaces . . .
is a joy in its purest form.
One of my favorite havens
is a reading space . . .
adequate lighting, a comfy
chair, a delicious throw, a
couple sweet scented candles.
(More of those pesky esses!)
I can just envision a basket
or two of books just waiting
to join me.
I have a haven that means a
great deal to me. I sit in a low
rocker in front of my fire; I
like candles and incense as
well. I simply quiet my soul
so I can listen to the universe.
I've a space in my back yard
as well. It's a bit closed in
by a large bush and several
stumps of different sizes. I
have a long table dressed in
stones I've collected over the
years. Candles can be lit in
their hanging holders. This
is where I love to meditate
in warmer months.
So love me my havens . . .
Can't help but wonder if our
comfort in them stems from
those nine months in a cozy
womb?!!
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