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The Sanctuary Room
And the very different morning
Seemingly little had changed in the room. Nothing seemed out of place. There was nothing new…
Except the feeling that overcame her. It felt like a presence but it was not some ghost or entity. It was an harmonic resonance, a tone, a vibration. It seemed to fill everything, herself included.
The room was her sanctuary and had been for seven years. Every day she came into the room to find peace and inspiration and balance. It is where she meditated and did yoga and where she read and wrote. One wall was covered with full book shelves.
She looked at her empty reading chair. It was a plush recliner. When she sat in that chair reading she felt that she was being embraced by the chair, hugged by a mother energy that made her feel safe and loved. She had read many books in that chair.
Then she looked at her desk and the closed laptop on it. She looked at the stack of notes and the spiral notebooks and the cup of pens and pencils. She looked at the three small pots of succulents and the one large pot housing the jade plant given to her by a dear friend as a house-warming gift. It was blooming for the first time. Everything was in its place but seemed to almost be glowing.
