I am lucky enough to have a work room.
Here, I practise yoga, meditation, write, and give healing treatments.
I am also lucky enough to have several lively grandchildren.
My work and spiritual practice has taken place in my special room for twenty years. After all this time it has acquired a certain ‘feel’ or energy, as do most places when they have accumulated spiritual energies.
Being at the top of the house I have always fancied there is a vortex of healing light coming in through the roof – in fact many times I’ve sensed it as I do treatments or meditate.
Meditation has the effect that wherever it is practised it lifts the energy so a higher vibration can come in. Beautiful places in nature have a similar effect.
My daughter’s three children are drawn to it like a magnet. Often, when they arrive they ask to go up to my room straight away. Out come all the yoga mats, blankets and blocks and they spread them over the floor as ‘beds’.
Out come all of my writing materials from my desk (with permission of course), and out comes the stapler and the staples and the special folder where I keep their paper creations.
They all like producing their own books. Paper is cut to size and the clippings don’t usually make the waste bin. Stories are written on the white board, then copied into the books, then drawings and illustrations are done on coloured paper and lavishly glued in.
Then comes the stapling. The thickness of the books usually requires many staples which don’t always snap in successfully every time. And there you have it.
The floor is littered with staples. My husband comes in to see what’s happening and is subjected to a game of doctors and nurses. He has to lie on the floor (on one of the ‘beds’) as a patient to be examined. My granddaughter who is eight then dons some glasses that have no glass in them, sits down at my desk, and takes out my old computer to ‘write her diagnosis’.
By now, my room is beyond recognition – but we’ve had a great time. When they return home I reclaim my desk and re-position the yoga mats and blankets, but I never quite manage to find all the staples, and they often end up stuck to my knees and hands during my next yoga practice. It just makes me smile as I remember the fun we had.
As I settle down at my desk again, all this creativity has given me a great idea how to get to know the characters in my follow-up novel more – I’m going to interview them!
I’ll let you know how it goes.