A holy space

It was an old musty garage holding treasures from the past 13 years. In a fit a of spiritual rage I turned it into my holy space. A place where I could pray, listen, meditate, explore, paint, and write. In this place I came to know Her.

Now four years later, I delight as I read the entries from my first months in that holy, holy place.

3-13-2000

I sit in this place...this holy place...with deep determination and conviction that something will be born here. Waiting. I am in this space to be a midwife to my soul. To be fully born and reborn...again and again.

3-14-2000

Here in this room...my soul's nursery. I sit with great anticipation for what will be born...is being born...preparing...opening making room for what is to emerge. At times it feels as though the water will burst. Fresh, wet, hungry...ready to feast at Her table. I will be full.

3-31-2000

This room is like a magnet to my soul. I feel safe. I feel known...called by name.

4-10-2000

What is the purpose of this time? What do have to show for sitting in this place...waiting? What if I can't find my way back? What if I break? What if I am already broken? What if I never paint anything great? What if I never know God?

5-12-2000

Give your spirit time...freedom...gestation. You in in process. Premature life is not sustainable. Fully develop in the womb of this time and space. Wait now in this space. Be here now...don' run...stay. You have nothing to fear. I am holding you in the womb of my belly. You are safe.