Right now I am working through Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way. This week she asks is there any room in your home that you could make into a secret, private space for yourself?
Well, I thought, no.
Our house is small and all the space has a specific purpose. This is not a home with nooks, corners and crannies. This is not a home with extra rooms. But I dutifully started to scroll through images just to dream a bit, and as so often happens when the stars align and creative synchronicity happens and God smiles on you, I had a flash of vision.
My laundry area! Perhaps not an inspiring spot for most people, but an antique sink and beadboard we had installed during our renovation two years ago make it a truly pretty place (just ignore the monstrous elliptical trainer--necessary for sanity). The single window looks out on the patio, flower bed, pastures, hills. The walls are mostly empty. It would not be a secret, private space, per se, but it is not in the flow of traffic, either. In a house this size, I think it would be private *enough.*
So I am doing a little dreaming.
One thing I have found to be true is that when I open myself up to possibilities, they land in my lap. Cameron calls this "synchronicity." Things begin to happen, to snowball. A friend tells me she had a dream that I was writing a novel; my husband gives me a dreamy trip as a Christmas gift; I find a darling shop in town full of light and a mercury glass bowl that asks me to buy it; my best friend sends me a CD with a song on it that makes me weep with its beauty and truth; visions flash. I am thirsty for these things after a long, dry spell. I am full of gratitude for everything I am getting.
I think of Mary Oliver's poem "Thirst": "...grant me, in your mercy,/a little more time. Love for the earth/and love for you are having such a long/conversation in my heart."
I am getting more time. I am loving this long conversation.