Rearranging the Space

Funny how space works. It is a reflection of us, changing as we do.

I came home from my training, needing to rearrange my space.  Working like an auto-pilot.  I got home from the four days, and drew this sketch, even before I put my bag down.

I wasn’t planning, instead just knowing I needed changes.  I needed a sitting spot. Things needed to be lower (a lot felt ‘high’); it needed to solicit comfort & communication. I needed a chair and rug for talking and reading. I wanted my beautiful brown earth picture brought from my house (actually storage) into this space. (It has some really big, deep, itchy deep draw over me that I can’t quite explain but inspires). I wanted a long, low profile, rustic wood desk. Something like a Mediterranean kitchen table. It reminds me of that beautiful full, domestic, feminine, feeling I’ve known main in other countries, something about permission, energy from within, earth, pride, hard work, and strength.

Someone told me: “Tell the stories you don’t know how to tell. Feel the stories you don’t know how to feel.”

This is a start.  Embodiment and possibility parallel space.  It is a strong connection.  Can I keep up?