I am seeing the two new black shelves on the wall in front of my desk. The bottom was immediately filled with candles, and books by the likes of Byron Katie (Loving What Is), Travis Bradberry & Jean Greaves (Emotional Intelligence 2.0), Guy Kawasaki (Enchantment), Judith Orloff, M.D. (Positive Energy), and Mary Muryn (Water Magic).
Adamite and celestite sit on the top shelf waiting to be joined by other crystal beauties, and perhaps another candle or two.
You might wonder why I don’t have the crystals on the bottom shelf, closer to me. It is because the books, ahhh, the books, they are the tickle of thrill deep in my belly that tease and allure. They pull me forward and inspire me to do, not just think. One day, one of those books will have my name on it.
I am hearing the hum of the furnace and not much else. It is curiously quiet this morning, and I cannot complain as the silence soothes my soul.
I am tasting a smooth cinnamon dolce latte mixed with Almond Joy creamer. You’d expect the worse but it’s really not bad.
I am smelling its sweet, intoxicating aroma and inhale its steam slowly, deeply, through my nose, again and again like a meditation.
I am touching this heat, my hands cupped around the coffee mug. The warmth seeps into my fingers and palms, soothing the aches from overused joints and muscles.
My spirit is soothed by this space, these comforts. I believe we all need a space of our own, to fill with whatever we love, whatever brings us peace, inspires us, and calls forth our passion.