{ a sacred space }

September 14th, 2015 · 0 comments

My bed is my sanctuary.

If the kitchen is the heart, my bedroom is the womb of my home, my most sacred and cherished space. It is where I find my quiet and my calm, and at the ending of days layered with noise & anxieties, I treasure that so so fiercely.

My bed is a sensual ocean full of softness and care, warm bodies, cool sheets; giant pillows; purring animal tribe; my nightstand like an altar, with offerings of salt and oil; a perpetually evolving tower of books. Nurturing balms. Beautiful silk.

It is so so important to have a soft place to fall, a sacred space for healing, and for rest.

Show me yours . . .

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