After I wrote my post yesterday about the good old days and what the old Pier 1 was like I began reading your comments that were coming in. Then I started googling around like I often do and somehow ended up in a self healing section of the internet.
Then of course I kept clicking and somehow I ended up on Pinterest looking at “self care spaces.” Amazing where the clicking can take you, isn’t it?
Keep in mind that I’d never even heard of this. But I liked the phrase, so I kept clicking. And before I knew it I was in a whole new universe, so to speak.
I spent hours reading about meditation and visualization, which I used to do back in the early nineties, and self care spaces. I learned a lot. And everything I learned brought me to yet another question. And another.
I looked about me at my little apartment and I am soothed by what I see, so I understood being calmed by your surroundings. But these concepts I was reading about took it a step further.
I sat and stared about me at the walls, the furniture, the plants, the view out the French doors. And I thought: I decorate my space to be soothing and pleasing. So maybe these people are truly onto something with their little self care spaces.
My apartment is my own little private oasis in a world that is stressful. It has been my quest to always seek new ways to “calm my space.” To come inside, close my door on the noise of the city and the craziness of the national news, and just let my mind wander.
I thought about what brings me tranquility. What, when I set my eyes on it, wrings the stress right out of my day? I asked myself.
I happened upon a store online called Buddha Groove. I felt a little silly looking at all the things I remember from the seventies. The things we talked about yesterday for instance. Back then I never considered myself a hippie like some of my friends. I was much too pragmatic.
And besides, I had a child when I was 17, so I didn’t have time to delve into the miracles of the universe or contemplate taking care of my mental self.
But something kind of strange happened during all this clicking about the internet. I felt so utterly peaceful. Not tired. Not worried. Not tired due to being worried.
I just felt tranquil as I looked at ways others have found to create their own private and peaceful bit of paradise.
So I decided I was going to keep digging into all this, maybe visit a store like I used to go to in Oklahoma City that was filled with incense and crystals and other illuminating things I was a stranger to. Now what was the name of that store? I wonder if it’s still there?
I remember how I felt wandering that store over 30 years ago. The atmosphere in that place was just so calm and serene. A balm for the soul.
I looked online and found that there’s a little shop called Spiritual Rose just a few miles away that I’ve passed hundreds of times and somehow never noticed. I plan to visit it out of curiosity and a yearning for more knowledge of all this I’ve stumbled across.
My “upcycle and repurpose and make things look pretty self” decided I could make my own little zen space. A space that, when I am looking at little things that are special to me in some way, might just bring that feeling back to me.
I found blogs about this topic, several in fact. And started digging into their archives.
The first blog I actually stumbled upon while I was searching yesterday was “The Decorista.” Now I have read The Decorista off and on over the years. But not recently. I saw that it is now basically a completely changed space on the internet. Go here and see for yourself.
It had the same online address, but now the actual blog is called “This Is Bliss.” I started reading her entries. Her blog still includes decorating like I remembered. But she has kind of veered off course into crystals and Buddhas and such.
Now that I really think about it, I’ve been edging toward this little by little myself without even realizing it. The Buddha statue and the plants and beads vignette in my living room, for one thing. Regardless of the fact that it’s right next to a big cow canvas on the wall. I’ve already got chimes softly tinkling in the background.
I’ve already got the salt lamps, found meditation spaces on Pinterest, and looked at Buddhas and crystals and such in online shops.
And I feel that I’m of an age when I can just throw caution to the wind and say “hey, let’s see what it’s all about.” No time like the present and all that.
What can it hurt to dig around (shove aside my pragmatic self, mind you) and maybe find ways to create my own decorative little zen space?
So I think I might do just that. I’ll have to kick myself every time that practical part of me thinks that it’s a little bit silly, metaphorically speaking. But I think I might just explore that hippie stuff I was too busy to give more than a passing thought to when I was young.
Here’s a couple of blogs I found clicking around on the internet.
One of the first things I’m going to look into is this idea I read about that one’s chakras can be blocked. Now I don’t yet know exactly what a chakra is, but I intend to find out just for the hell of it.
And maybe while I’m at it, I might go to this local store I found online and look at crystals.
Well, why not?
I’m off to take Charlie to his acupuncture appointment.