5 Things to Consider When Creating a Personal Sacred Space
It’s taken me years to create a space for myself within my home. YEARS. I feel like my space is finally the way I want and need it to be. For now. LOL! I’m always rearranging things every few weeks. For now, this is the way I love for it to be. This is where I pray, practice yoga poses (when it’s not doing me more pain than good) and meditation, listen to records, and read from my tiny library (books, zines and comics). This is my personal sanctuary and where I rest my aching body and anxious mind every single night. I’m mentally and chronically ill so some days - sometimes a week or weeks - I don’t get out of bed especially when my depression is really bad.
Here are five things to consider when creating a personal sacred space. Enjoy!
1. Use what you have
My record player sets atop a TV dinner tray. In my prayer space, my sacred objects are set upon a floral print tray I’ve used for makeup, coffee makers, and many other purposes. A Gremlins lunchbox (c. 1984) houses a tiny zine collection and an Annie lunchbox (c. 1981) houses a tiny comics collection. Other things like my floral print trash can and containers were purchased at the dollar store.
2. Clear the clutter
Take out things that might contribute to your anxiety or remind you of things you can’t or don’t want to do (I once was able to do weights but haven’t been in over a year so I took them out). I used to have everything in my room from makeup to books to my writing/craft desk. Makeup is now on my bathroom vanity and, except for mental health and self care books, my books and desk are in the living room. Over time, I went through all of my documents and any other papers and only keep what I need. I placed them in cute folders in magazine holders on a designated shelf in my closet. Since I removed the desk, I rarely work on the laptop and do any other work like writing or zine making in my room.
3. Surround yourself with what represents you
For the longest time my walls were bare. No art, just white walls. I didn’t start investing in art until maybe a year ago. The art in my room definitely represents who I am and makes me happy: Hopi, Otham, a river and desert person, and no doubt a Star Wars fan. (My Hopi and Star Wars art was made by a Hopi/Otham friend which I purchased from him at our tribe’s museum at First Friday’s. It was the end of the event so I bought seven pieces which was pretty much his inventory that night!) I love bright colors, floral patterns and cute things which is represented from my sheets to my trash can to small containers that hold special objects. I keep mental health, yoga, and self-care books (coloring books and paper dolls) in my room because I want them to be within reach on the days I’m struggling, especially to get out of bed. I also try to be a minimalist when it comes to buying and keeping records and comics because cost and space.
4. Decide what kind of space you want it to be
Whether you have a tiny room, a roommate, share with a significant other, a relative, or whatever it may be, you might not have a lot of space or any space to create the sanctuary you want and need. It’s okay, I used to only have the floral print tray for my sacred objects and that was it. My room is maybe 150 sq. ft. but I managed to create “zones” which include a listening space, yoga space, prayer space, art space and a reading space. Decide what’s most important to you and create something, even if it’s an altar on a TV dinner tray!
5. Take your time
Like I said, it’s taken me years to curate this space I call my sanctuary. Take your time figuring out what means the most to you, what makes you happy, and doesn’t cost a lot of money or any money at all. It’s important to have a space that is safe and all yours. You need a place to help nurture you back to health in your body, mind and spirit. You deserve this!
Thank you for reading. Please, do share with me how you created your personal sacred space and what it means to you and your mental, spiritual and physical health. Sape!
I taught this morning and then ran a workshop (on mental health in the classroom yeahhhhh) at a conference this afternoon and I’m only just getting home and I’m doing all the deep breathing stuff but are there any particular stretches or something that work well for post-binding all damn day (8.5 hours, I didn’t get home as early as I thought I would)?
Space and silence are two aspects of the same thing, the same no-thing. They are an externalization of inner space and inner silence, which is stillness: the infinitely creative womb of all existence. Most humans are completely unconscious of this dimension. There is no inner space, no stillness. They are out of balance. In other words, they know the world, or think they do, but they don’t know God. They identify exclusively with their own physical and psychological form, unconscious of essence. And because every form is highly unstable, they live in fear. This fear causes a deep misperception of themselves and of other humans, a distortion in their vision of the world.
When Trini's family is too much Kim makes her coffe and brings her doughnuts
Lazy proofing, y’all should be used to my grammatical errors by now, anyway, I hope this suffices your donut and trimberly needs
Kim knew all about Trini’s bad days. She knew all about Trini’s home life. She knew about her coming out, how her parents brushed it to the side, how they said she’d marry a nice man when she was older, how her sexuality was a phase, she’d grow up eventually. Kimberly knew about her over protective mother, who would say things and do things to drive Trini away. Those were the days Trini wouldn’t come home, she’d spend time at Zack’s trailer, helping take care of his mother and take care of him, she’d ditch school, do tai chi or yoga above the space ship, on the cliff’s face. Today was one of those days.
First Trini didn’t show up for school, that was the first tell. She wasn’t in bio, one of the only classes they had together, one of the classes Kim looked forward to most of the day. Kim knew she had a crush on Trini, which was not helpful. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed and sad that Trini wasn’t in bio, or that she wasn’t in school at all. The day dragged along, a pit growing in Kimberly’s stomach, which she avoided, her little crush wasn’t going to get in the way of school, no matter how sad or slightly betrayed she felt about Trini not showing up.
The second tell was Trini not replying to Kim’s texts. The girls texted back and forth often, and very rarely did one of them not text back. The pit in Kimberly’s stomach grew a little, was Trini mad at her? Did she say something to put her off? Maybe Trini realized what a horrible person Kim was and decided not to deal with her outside of being a ranger. Kim tried remembering if there was anything she had said, but she fell short. Maybe Trini had realized how horrible she was and started ignoring her, she wouldn’t be the first. Kim went on the rest of the day feeling guilty and pitiful for herself, but there was some worry beginning to bubble in her stomach.
The third and final tell, which put everything into place, was when Kim called Zack, asking if he had seen Trini at all. Whenever Trini was having an off day, a day fighting with her parents, or a day were she just needed an escape, she’d go to Zack’s trailer, or hike the cliff faces, but she wouldn’t ever leave without dropping by to see Zack, who spent most of his time at the abandoned trains. So when she called Zack, his response is what caused the seed of worry in her stomach to grow.
“I saw her climbing the cliff faces today, but she looked different, she didn’t look sad, she just looked lost, afraid, confused almost. She didn’t say anything to me, I don’t even think she knew I was there. I’m worried Kim, that isn’t like her.” Zack said, Zack Taylor, the embodiment of the 100 emoji, his voice trembling with worry. Kim knew she had to see Trini, she had to know she was okay, she knew she had to make her feel better, she wanted to at least comfort her.
That night, Kim bought a pack of powdered donuts from krispy kreme, and poured hot chocolate into a thermos, and drove to Trini’s house, making sure not to alert Trini’s parents, Kim took the donuts and hot chocolate, and climbed up to Trini’s bedroom window. She could see Trini lying on her bed, clad in black sweatpants and a yellow t-shirt, typical. Trini’s eyes were open, and she was staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. Kimberly lightly knocked on the window, trying her best not to alert Trini’s parents. Trini’s head snapped to the window, visibly startled, but her expression softened quickly once she realizes it was only Kimberly. Kimberly could see the smallest smile on Trini’s face, just thinking about how her presence made Trini soften and smile, made Kimberly’s heart swell twice its size. Trini slowly got off her bed and opened the window, immediately asking.
“What are you doing here?” Her face is throughly perplexed but her eyes land on the donuts and hot chocolate and something flashes in her eyes, something similar to astonishment. It is gone as soon as it appears, but Kimberly finds herself still staring at her warm brown eyes, and the small smile playing on her lips, which look so soft and welcoming, Kimberly could feel her body moving closer, but she stops herself when she realizes she had been staring without saying anything.
“Hey um I..uh..I brought donuts.” Kimberly manages to say, her voice stuttering. Trini’s eyes widen as she lets Kimberly in. Kimberly knows not to ask about what happened during the day, she knew not to press, knowing that Trini would wall up and retreat into her shell, so Kimberly just gave her the hot chocolate as they ate the powdered donuts, laughing softly, putting powder on the others faces. Kimberly just stared at Trini, the powder sprayed across her warm brown skin, her dark brown locks curled around her small face, and Kimberly could think of nothing else besides kissing off the powder smeared across her face and lips, but that could wait, that could wait for another day, so she just stared and ate donuts, both of the girls in their own bliss, as the night faded away.