A Room of My Own
During the first 42 years of my marriage, I often wished that I had a room of my own. A room that I could keep free of clutter, artfully decorated with my favorite books and momentos. Three years ago when we moved from Oneonta, New York to a new home in Delavan, Wisconsin, I finally had my own room. My room is a sacred space in itself, a place where I can go to connect with friends and family via my computer, or connect with the Divine in whatever way I feel inspired. Sometimes I light a candle and sit in this chair to meditate, read, journal, or pray. The little table and the green chair both belonged to my father, and the lace-trimmed handkerchief was my mother's. I like to change the objects on the little table from time to time, but they always include something symbolic of the four elements of Nature, such as the dish of crystals for earth, the blue bird for air, the seashell for water, and the can...