Having a space where we can decompress, meditate and reflect is important and necessary, especially when you are trying to deal with the pressures of everyday life. I have learned this the past few months. I have started seek out places where I can shut everything off, including my phone, even if it is just for a few minutes and think. Now as a person who basically over-thinks everything, thinking is not hard to do. It is collecting my thoughts, focusing and tuning out the, for lack of a better word, bullshit around me that is hard.
When I was going through my difficult summer I used to sit outside my office and work. The sunshine on my face, saying hello or just smiling to colleagues and students around me became my sacred space.I also refer to it as my happy place. It was noisy but also quiet. I would put on my headphones and just write. Even though I have my own office, working in a library allows me to find places where being quiet is a must and I intentionally seek out those places when I need to read or write. There is one particular area where there are beautiful large windows where sunlight surrounds the room. It is my own sacred space.
As an extrovert, I used to be afraid of quiet, of the silence around me, but lately I find that I am beginning to enjoy it too. I also need it and crave it. When life gets to be too much I tend to share, seek out friends to talk to, but I am slowly starting to learn that sometimes you need to find a place to decompress, gather your thoughts and relax your mind too. And although I feel like I can write anywhere, I find that my 0wn sacred spaces are where the creativity flows, at least for me, and that the silence isn’t so scary and lonely after all.