I imagine most homes have one or two prized places to sit.
The overwhelming majority of my family likes to plop into their seats and
linger for a while in one place.
It’s not the most comfortable chair but it possesses the best lighting and I dare say the
best place for inspiration.
The head chair at our dining room table is this highly favored spot.
I have dented the cushion with countless hours making lists,
pouring over books or verses and pounding out words
upon my laptop.
Others like to read the newspaper while eating their morning Wheaties.
Some just sit with ear buds in place and read.
Any given activity is abruptly stopped to witness the increased
traffic pattern of birds finding our bird feeders.
There is an unspoken language in our family and we all make way for whoever
happens to take a seat first.
I appreciate this grace extended to all.
Most days I can wait my turn as I have the most access to this chair.
Over the last couple of years, there have been extended times where the
chair has been occupied…continually.
I decided to turn a section of our “everything” room into a creative space for me.
It already had bookshelves where I kept most of my books and there was a table,
several cupboards and EVERYTHING else.
It was a room where items without a home found a rest stop.
When we first moved in 20 years ago, it was an empty room which we christened
the Costco room. We couldn’t imagine it ever being filled from floor to ceiling.
I got serious last summer and it has taken nearly a year to recover this space.
The process was lengthy as each time I cleared a space,
some lovely wonderful precious person would fill it.
Did I mention they were lovely and wonderful and precious?
I had to reinforce new boundaries for this room.
We all had to reorient our thinking.
When company would come, it had been a pattern to dump wayward objects
on my work table or on the floor.
Returning later, I would find a mountain of stuff and it would extinguish any
We all have places in our lives not only our homes
which are crammed from floor to ceiling.
We shout halt to a few areas in our lives to welcome space and
are puzzled how easily and quickly a no vacancy sign returns.
This small space is a work in progress because this room is not a static space.
It is going to take constant monitoring and avoiding slipping back into bad habits.
Even though it is functional, I have to rewire my thinking
and remember to come downstairs.
For many evenings, I would walk down the stairs, turn the switches
of the lamps and let my eyes dance around the room.
I would smile, I would dream a little and head back upstairs.
Months of painstaking work and I felt powerless to enter into this set apart space.
Perhaps I was scared to consider what might be created in this place.
But today, I could be upstairs, watching the birds and witnessing the breeze create a
spring snowfall as white azalea petals are tossed airborne.
Instead, I am sitting in a different chair with a different view.
Are there any spaces in your life?
Is your day filled from pillow to pillow?
Do you have a space but are afraid to “sit in the chair”
because of what it might demand?
Sometimes only a corner is needed to resuscitate
Where in your life are you longing for space?
Name it and believe the people in your life will
Let them amaze you in their solidarity
to not abandon the stuff which does
not belong in your space.
Take a deep breath and claim your space.
A few months ago, I changed the tagline for A Work of Heart.
Bonus points, if you can remember the old one!
The current tagline still needs a bit of tweaking and condensing but for
now it is a piece of A Work of Heart.
I have become aware how many people who pop in and read this blog either
are not in my offline life or haven’t read from the beginning.
Some are in my day-to-day life and only due to the wonders of Facebook,
have just discovered I write.
I started A Work of Heart almost 8 years ago
and next week, I would like to share a bit of
I think it will be fun and even if you do know me,
you might discover a tidbit I have neglected to mention.
Join me for a short A Work of Heart history session.
Have a most blessed weekend!