Oh friends, you are in for a treat (always). Today’s writer is one of my favorites, even if we still haven’t met face to face. She’s a wild and sassy, leaning into the Holy woman; she’s a world-changer and a Seven on the Enneagram (so I feel especially linked, soul to soul). So join me in welcoming the lovely Idelette …and enjoy her words today.
I always enter my sacred writing space in the basement of our home with my right foot first.
It’s the simplest of acts. Call it my Threshold Ritual.
It’s the way I step out of daily life and summon the Holy to come meet me. Please?
This is the place where the door gets closed and I can sit and pray and read and journal and be. It’s a place of deep gratitude.
Love has built this room.
It started with generosity from friends poured out one Christmas, when the women decided I needed a room of my own.
They secretly rallied and gathered and hustled and collected. And on the day of our monthly SheLoves editorial meeting, they gathered in our living room and turned the tables on me.
They surprised me in the most beautiful way. They handed me an envelope with a generous amount and said, Go. Make your room the way you want it.
This outpouring of Love watered my dry places and oiled the future I dreamed of.
So, we converted the playroom with the green walls and bleach stain on the carpet to my personal writing space. We ripped out the old carpet and Scott painted the walls a light blue deep into the night, in the midst of also opening our restaurant.
Now I get to play in here. I can close the door on four children, the telephone and my darling extroverted husband. Here, my soul can be restored. Hallelujah.
I found a tiny tufted blue leather couch on Craigslist. An orange juju hat on Etsy and shipped it in from France. I sanded and painted and waxed a discarded desk from my kids’ school. Slowly, but surely my global eclectic room began to take shape.
Still, something was missing. I wanted to honor it by establishing it as a sacred space in my mind. I needed something—a sacred ritual.
Then, while reading Natalie Goldberg’s book “The True Secret of Writing,” she described the instructions to students on her writing retreats. Note number two reads:
“Please be on time at beginning of morning, afternoon, and evening sessions. Step in and out of the zendo with your right foot.”
A tiny bell went off in my heart. I could do that, I thought.
I could establish my square space in the basement as a sacred writing space by this one simple act. It seemed easy enough.
The next time I walked through the door of my writing space, I remembered to put my right foot first. I walked in and immediately something felt different. I began to be mindful that this place is a gift. The time I get to spend in this room is precious. I imagined God meeting me right here.
I became mindful of the words God spoke to Moses: “… this place where you are standing is holy ground.” (Exodus 3:5)
I began walking out in the same way, simply remembering my new practice, one day at a time. One entry at a time. One exit at a time.
I began to be mindful as I entered and it became a prayer: Thank you, God, for this space. Thank you for these friends who loved me in this way. Thank you for what You want to do in me in this space today. Thank You for wanting to meet me here.
Sometimes I pray in words. Sometimes my body exhales the big thank you as I step across the threshold. In and out.
It’s been nearly a year of always entering and leaving in this way. Right foot first. This small ritual a part of me already. Established.
I come to the door, grateful.
I come to the door, expecting to meet God.
I come to the door, hopeful.
I step right foot first, heart lifted in praise, body poised. Love has built this room. Together, we have sent an invitation to the future. When I enter, I imagine crossing the threshold of my dreams and then I sit to do the work.
In leaving, again I say, Thank you.
Always, Thank You.
Thank you, God, for what You’ve done here. Thank You for what You do in me. May my life and my words be acceptable in Your sight.
Hi! I am an Afrikaner woman, born and raised in South Africa during Apartheid. That story has woken me up to the injustice and inequality in my own heart, my own neighbourhood and our larger world. I’ve lived on three continents and wherever I am now, I am home. Sixteen years ago, I married a cheeky Canadian and moved to Vancouver. We have three children (11, 10 and 7) and SheLovesmagazine.com is my fourth baby, now raised and nurtured by our beautiful village. I love Sisterhood and I imagine it as a beautiful, subversive antidote to injustice. This Chinese proverb expresses my heart: When sleeping women wake, mountains move. I bake bread, wear leopard prints and love dramatic shoes. I am happy sipping spicy chai, plain lattes or a bold red. I’d say my practice is charismatic contemplative and if I wanted you to know only thing about me, it’s this: Jesus is my hero. You can find Idelette in a number of places: on Twitter, on Instagram, on Facebook at Idelette, at SheLovesmagazine.com and on her blog at Idelette.com. Otherwise, how did Idelette’s words touch you today? Leave her some LOVE in the comment box below!0