A Sacred Sanctuary

A bedroom is sacred. When we are first welcomed into a home, we find ourselves taking off our shoes unconsciously and then staying within the socially accepted zonal areas. Areas usually consisting of the living room, the kitchen, and the occasional bathroom if it's a must. But somehow, never a bedroom. Everyone one way or another knows this unspoken rule of social etiquette where you most definitely don't roam around into a random bedroom unless you are properly and formally invited in. Even if you happen to pass by a bedroom door, and you feel your inner self wanting to take a small and quick look, your outer and more aware self tells you to not even hesitate out a peek. An automated response: Quit it, that space is sacred.

A bedroom is indeed a sacred place where we are our most vulnerable selves. Where we reconstruct, cry continuously, and collapse after a long and exhausting day. It is a place that we make our own. Our unique and intricate slice of heaven in a physical form. Filled with knick-knacks and precious oddities each holding a unique story - some for the better and some for the worse. It’s a place of peace and rest. A place of solitude where we can self-reflect and self-discover.

My sacred sanctuary began seven years ago with splashes of color. My dearest friend came over to my house with her bucket full of brushes and a huge yet soft smile. She suddenly began freehanding the most beautiful mural on my bedroom wall. I stood in awe as I saw her so effortlessly create.

Many years later and that sun is still shining bright. It is something that always brings such a sense of comfort and security to my soul. It reminds me that all days do eventually come to an end, and tomorrow the sun will shine and rise again. A constant little reminder to beam positivity even when the clouds try taking over. I am so honored and proud to have this beautiful piece of art projecting its authentic strength – a gift from one of my truest friends.

My knick-knacks and precious pieces hanging on my walls and resting on my shelves also make my sacred sanctuary even more pure. Each item represents a beautiful embarked adventure of mine from around the world. From my recollection of the bluest waters I’ve ever seen on the shores of the Phillipine Islands, to my many memories of drinking hot tea with my Argentienan family, each little trinket brings me complete joy. I place them one by one on my headboard so that every night when I go to bed I can take a moment to reflect on my beautiful and blessed life.

However, with no doubt, my sacred space would not be near as cozy without my darling and sweet cat. She hops in my bed every time I sit down, even if it’s just for a second. Not including her feels wrong and almost like a form of betrayal. Queen Libby Lu has been a part of my sanctuary since I moved in. She has made it ever so cozy, and she truly has helped me transform a space so unknown at one point, to now a space I cannot imagine my life without. There is something about an animal you adore that can make home trully feel that much better.

Oftentimes more than not, life can feel so congested, and all we want is to just slip away and escape. For many of us, that place is our room. A place that we craft and design with our own vulernable yet authentic touch. A space that is sacred to only us. When I am sitting in my bedroom with my quilted blanket and array of candles dimly lit, I feel as if I can finally breathe – as if the world stops for a second or two, and everything will be just alright. It's my forever and sacred sanctuary; it's my favorite space.