During my 20’s I fell in love with a book called “A Room of Her Own” by Chris Casson Madden. It’s a collection of pictures and beautiful stories by women, about women’s personal spaces and it sat with me as a seed for a long time.
After a stretch of time, a career and two children in between, it began to unfold. During my Yoga Teacher Training there was a small collection of statues and flowers in the corner, I felt drawn to this little space. I began to investigate, reading and enquiring about Yogi’s and their spaces. One evening my little vision began to breathe some real life, after reading a Yoga Journal story on altars featuring many different yoga teachers and their personal altars. Oh my! Here it is! I felt so lit up and inspired to create a space, not yet a room of my own, but a nook of my own.
My nook began to manifest, starting with a gift of a Buddha statue from my husband, a rose quartz love heart gifted from a student, I began to use Mala beads in my practice, which rested around Buddha’s neck after practice. So while physically it looks like that, the space is there for me to deepen my spiritual practice, to be with myself, to ground and feel the floor beneath me, to calm my senses, to peel back the layers and make the connection to living from my highest, from my heart.
I’ve had some days where all I could muster was to just sit and breathe. Other days I’m laughing playing with handstands, chanting, sometimes study and contemplation. This space, like my mantra Om Namah Shivaya, guides and directs me home, to a place of insights, truths and inspirations. It’s a place for me to come home.
It’s my anchor.
It’s a reminder.
It’s my path.
After time here, my heart, head, and spirit are lifted and renewed.
Happy Holy Oms,