Small Sacred Spaces

Home is now a closet. Think I’m joking? I’m absolutely not. I’m living in a closet this summer and determined to like it.

Here’s the shake down [wow – I haven’t heard that said in a long time… probably for good reason.] there’s not much room in our home, well, with lots of kids and all. So, when I moved out of the house for college my room was gobbled up like any kind of leftover in our fridge. That leaves me, yes, roomless for the summer. I typed “homeless” and deleted it. That’s the farthest thing from the truth. I have a home, you bet. And it’s wonderful. I just didn’t have four walls to call my own.

Until now!! I’ve moved into the little girls’ closet. It’s quaint, really. I have a door, and a mattress on the floor and cubbies to put my clothes in. the only down sides are the following: no AC, no windows, the mattress covers the entire floor area, the ceiling slopes downward so I can only stand up at the door otherwise I’m hunched over, and Grace’s doll stares down at me from the hook [my friend Kyle assured me she plays with my hair while I’m sleeping. Awesome.].

I say most of this in hopes that you’ll feel bad for me, and give me sympathizing comments like, “Oh, Amy, you’re such a saint.” Or “Amy, you poor thing, let me buy you something really nice to make you feel better.” Or, better yet, “Here’s a hundi in cash. Sorry you’re living in a closet.”

But, to be completely honest, it’s been challenging. And in a good way. See, almost no sound gets through the walls, and when I’m in here (yes, I type from the closet now) it’s absolute silence. I’m not very good at being silent. On top of that, I have to sit down. Yes that makes getting dressed rather difficult, but it’s not often that the place I return to at the end of the day puts me in a silent sitting position.

I think this is becoming something of a sacred space to me. seriously, I can’t do much other than read, write and sleep in here. Can you imagine? My “home” for the summer is a place of quiet reflection or voiced prayers. It’s beautiful, if you ask me.

Anyway, I’m going to bed. Well, I guess I’m not “going” anywhere, per say. There’s nowhere to go. I’m in bed. The only place to be in here. Haaa haa. I guess I mean I’m going to sleep. Goodnight world. I’ll see you on the other side of the closet in the morning.