Creating place, finding spaces

So far this year,  I've been in my house for two and a half months and I leave again in mid- October.  I hope to return in February for some real winter, maybe even skiing.  I'm regularly asked, "So why do you even have a house here?"  Besides the snarky answer of "It's where I stash my stuff," it is also my home.  But home ownership also means maintenance of log structures and dealing with cluster flies, destructive woodpeckers, and pesky deer, and a pasture with invasive weeds and broken fences.  My sister and I got the bathroom "refreshing" almost finished (she does all the painting around here; I hang the art),  All the old yellow light bulbs have been replaced by white LEDs- a huge difference in a log interior. Plus the normal weeding, cleaning and fussing.  All the tasks that make a house a home.  I recognize as much as I love my home and it's become a sanctuary for others, it's also a chore list for me.  And I'm fine with that part of home ownership- especially if stretched over time.

But today I went to St. Martin's Monastery in Rapid City and as we sat in companionable silence, I realized this small Benedictine home for a few dozen nuns has become my sanctuary, my grounding space. I have no responsibilities other than showing up and enjoying my friends. We affirm one another and each express our love and appreciation for the beloved ninety-four year old nun who leads us.  We each start to stand she struggles and  glance at each other when she waves off our help. We speak slowly and loudly after her hearing aid falls and the batteries are lost.  The love flowing toward her and from her fills the small space.
http://www.blackhillsbenedictine.com/
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The plan was for a full day workshop on centering prayer but our time is amended due to low attendance and her frailty.  After our time together,  I head up the hill behind the adjoining retreat center and walk the labyrinth.  My friend, Sandy, built it and I hadn't seen her since my return.  She'll end her summer in Yellowstone just before I leave for Ohio.  But this space she has created links us. And here's Sandy walking the prayer space.

http://rapidcityjournal.com/lifestyles/labyrinths-guide-worshipers-to-god/article_773cd125-ecfc-5ad5-82f8-eb911ff47b07.html
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Today I walk barefoot in the soft grass and wonder about the rocks that line my path. Where did they come from? What did it take to create them-heat, time, weathering?  Now they form the boundaries of a space for slowing down, breathing slow, creating space for thought—space for the sacred.

In my home, I've created a place for myself and for others. One of the nicest things anyone has ever said was, "I feel safe here. This is my safe space."  What a blessing to have those words spoken out loud. We sometimes hesitate to say what is touching our hearts, it's too much of a risk.  Well, this labyrinth is worth my words.  For me, the space Sandy created is life giving and soul expanding. 

 Safe and stretching. 

What are your soul stretching spaces?  Where are your safe, relax and be-at-peace places?  Have you created them for yourself and others?  Are others creating for you?

Community is the junction of communication within a particular space;

 meaningful, loving words in a secure place.  

These sacred expanses, no matter the size, feed our souls and fill us,

expanding us to go out 

and be who we are called to be. 

Stay and create...

and go and find.

Both will bring you life.