A corner of one’s own

The English author Virginia Woolf once wrote that a woman needs money and a room of her own if she is to become a writer.   A room of one’s own is pretty hard to come by when you share an eleven hundred square foot house with three other people, one of whom is your husband and therefore your roommate, but I think Ms. Woolf had a point.  And in the spirit of that,  I’ve managed to create a little space that is all my own: my writing desk.

It’s not just my writing desk, but also my prayer corner.  I keep it stocked with candles, books, photos, icons, and other things that I love.  Though my husband often uses the back of the chair as a clotheshorse, this desk is mine and mine alone.  And you know what?  I need this space.  I need a little place that is free of toy trains and junk mail and dirty, reproachful dishes.  I need a place where the very act of sitting down is a signal that it’s time to feed my inner life, whether through writing or reading or prayer.  I pray often  throughout the day, in the middle of the zillion little tasks that make up daily life  — but there’s something about having a little place that is dedicated to the life of the spirit, and not the demands of the body, that is crucial in keeping my prayer life chugging along.

If you don’t have a room of your own, see if you can snag a corner.  It does wonders.

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