Kindnessgirl

My tiny winter altar…a little space on the mantle with fortunes, blessing rocks from friends, Guadalupe and some tiny gifts from nature. It is everything I am inviting every time I walk by the little box…so small and yet so big at the same time.

Other sacred spaces had a much longer road to travel before coming into being…So we had this room, it was a sunroom morphed into an office really. Nobody went in it very often, it held some old memories we have grown out of but weren’t quite ready to let go of. It’s the kind of thing where you start to just sort through papers and are left wondering why you feel so exhausted until you realize it was life you were combing through… But we did this work, pushing through making a clearing for something new. I find this is the perfect time to call in a wish, or claim some new territory in your heart, or finally give some space to something longing…and we did.

We always had this shelf of art supplies over the years but visiting my creative friend’s house made me realize it deserved a home of it’s own for our kids. It’s the point where a supply shelf turns into a studio and your art turns into a way of life requiring a place to grow.

The kids are delirious…they can’t stop sharpening pencils and taping things. The old silver box monster finally has a home, recycle sculptures are popping up and stick figure family portraits are lining the refrigerator. It all feels very free and new, honoring the everday makes it all feel like something more, maybe even something sacred.