In my home, I have a special place dedicated to my religious beliefs. A sacred place where I pray, where I sit and focus my conversations with God. From here stems the spiritual heart of my home. My protection. My peace. My prayer lamp. With a comforting fire burning and incense to waft my prayers into the universe.
At this place stands a vase with a white rose, dedicated to my dear grandmother – the wisest of all woman. A red rose for the magic of love and the love of God for me. A ribbon of purple and green, for the safe travels of the one I love. A symbol of brotherhood given to me by my sister also hangs proudly by my lamp. Beads of prayer gifted to me, smelling to beautifully of Sandalwood. There stands also a tube of pewter that contains only my favourite of incense – a treasured gift.
The reasons for these objects to stand in my sacred space, is that they mean something to me – something deep and extremely personal. They belong in a safe place. The safest place in my house.
That is where my heart is, where God is.
Recently I have added my most precious of memories, my most precious of prayers on this lamp. Standing on the left side. A photo of me and the man that I love. We are no longer together. By my lamp stands the first photo ever taken of us together. Adorned by a wooden cross given to me as a gift – a reminder of my faith in God and His might. At the foot of this picture stands a titanium ring, my strength, my endurance and my might. All 3 together represent the value of this memory. Precious gifts and the most precious of memory. All standing proudly together in my sacred space. Surrounded by God and the universe. My blessing of love and happiness on it always. The light of the fires lighting up and flickering across the splendor of this simple display.
In an envelope, surrounded my letters of love and gifts that will shine and glitter forever, are the rest of my memories. Safely put away for me to see. For me to remember. For me to cherish.
In my home, I have a special place dedicated to my religious beliefs. A sacred place where I pray, where I sit and focus my conversations with God. From here stems the spiritual heart of my home. My protection. My peace. My prayer lamp. With a comforting fire burning and incense to waft my prayers into the universe. That is where you stand. Where we stand.
Nothing else matters.
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