As somebody who carries anxiety from early childhood on, I have always created some sort of hideout subconsciously.
I loved building forts. In there I could be myself, hidden, safe as if I were to savour the taste of my own soul, marinating in presence.
Nobody could see me, it was just me, my breathing and silence, an opened window for the lungs of my stressed heart, so that it could release and heal what was too much to drag around.
Back then it all came out of intuition, today I am consciously creating Sacred Space where ever I can.
At home, at work, basically every room in my apartment has a place to dwell on, a presence reminder.
I no longer have a blanket over my head, I am the fort and my being is the child that sits in my body, protected, resting, safe.
I come here to connect with source, an inward motion, so that I can then, with purest intention, turn it into an outward motion, a flow of creation, bringing life into my art. It´s like breathing, inward, outward. One needs the other.