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Sacred Space

Yesterday my husband woke up from a cat nap on this couch (and yes I’m jealous of people who can take cat naps, but that’s another story). He said, “Thank you for making our home beautiful.”

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I’ve always enjoyed decorating and I’ve changed my home around as much as I’ve changed hairstyles over the years.

A few months ago, I started thinking about changing this room. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with it, I just needed a change.

I needed to create a sacred space.

We spend alot of time in this room. It’s fully of beautiful memories. I drink my coffee here in my green chair every morning, I read here, we have long talks, we celebrate here. We have mourned here.

For months, as I would sit here, I would imagine and dream. I would toss around ideas. I would pin them on my Pinterest boards. Some ideas would be fleeting and others would stick.

I’ve done many projects on a whim. This one however was a slow brew, with a gentle steam of little projects that have led to this “almost finished” room.

I started by removing the things that didn’t belong. I considered every little thing in the room and asked, “Do I need you? Do you belong here? Do I want to relocate you, sell you, or give you away?” And the even deeper question, “Does having you in this room make me happy?”

I got rid of nic-nacs, pillow, curtains, and all the kid clutter that had collected in the corner, mostly out of sight, but annoying l the same.

We painted over a pale yellow with a lovely “Comet Dust”, aka “gray”. I adore paint color names and “Comet Dust” seemed peaceful and somehow just right. (Oh and by “we” I mean my son Taylor, because I have a bum shoulder. I basically moved stuff around with my one good arm and a few good hip thrusts).

I had collected some vintage pieces for this wall collage that was in my head and had grabbed a handful of modern frames at Ikea with the intent of filling them. The art pieces in the wall collage are a combination of vintage thrift store finds, two landscapes of the area where I lived as a child that were painted by one of my college art professors, and a few small watercolors that I created

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I haven’t painted consistently in a very long time. It was part of my #findinghappiness pursuit that spurred me on to pick up my brushes.

I painted several pieces:

I love ferns. They remind me of walks in the woods as a child.

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I wanted one piece to simply be pattern and considered framing a piece of beautiful paper from Paper Source, and then I remembered my rubber pinwheel stamp, so I used it to stamp with watercolor giving it a more organic feel. Mission accomplished, my goal to have a pinwheel feature in a subtle way was met.

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This piece started as gold stripes on paper. And then I  commented to Amy, “They look like trees.” And within a few minutes they became birch trees.

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When I decided I needed a floral piece, it only took moments to decide on a marigold, Mattie’s birth flower.

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This tiny dandelion was just whimsical and fun, and I needed to use this frame I’ve had for years to balance out the golds.

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Pillows were added, and after a little bit of a challenging hunt, the perfect curtains were found in a box in my daughter-in-loves garage!

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I gave my formerly shabby chic coffee tables a fresh coat of solid white paint. I stripped the top of my coffee table, stained and varnished it, and also also refreshed the white legs.

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The window above the buffet has previously held a watercolor that I did several years ago. It was time for a fresh painting. Written in the curves of the wave are the lyrics to Oceans.

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The finished results of the room are lovely and good, and it does indeed feel like the sacred space I set out to create. I sit here now more than I ever have.  But beyond that, the process brought so much happiness and joy to my life. It felt good to feel and create and bring fresh life to this space.

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It feels good to have honored Mattie’s life through this room, not just in the little things that quietly whisper the love he poured out on our lives, but also because I know he is proud of me for finding happiness and strength even during one of the weakest seasons of my life.

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