A recent facelift to parts of my home started with intention to patch a few cracks that had appeared in a vaulted ceiling over the past 13 years since construction. Patching led to painting not just the ceiling but the entire room - plus one, two, three, four, five, six, seven other areas, not all major but nevertheless separate rooms and hallways and porch. Only after the project was finished did I realize how much I must have inherently wanted these changes. The refreshed space was and continues to be enlivening.
The height of the ceiling dictated the need for scaffolding, which dictated the need for clearing out the room - walls and floor. It was unsettling to dismantle everything, even a bit frightening with all that high crisscrossing metal in my living area. Since it was necessary to do the work, I tried to cooperate.
It's not too unusual that a project such as this would drive my attention inward to the living space of my soul. Reminded that we are never done and that openness to renewal in that deep space is to be desired, a poetic prayer evolved. While I may not understand completely that for which I pray, I do understand that it could be unsettling and that one change could lead to another. I am convinced that it is what I inherently desire and that it holds promise of enriched and enriching life. Hopefully, I can be cooperative with the Interior Designer.
Interior Design
Stripped bare and swept clean - my soul. Decor removed, cracks and crevices filled.
O Divine Designer, Within the sanctuary of my soul tint my walls with your beauty; permeate my space with your light; furnish me throughout with trappings of your love and truth.
Be at home. Live and thrive in my soul.
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