Each of us has this space. And while the interior designs likely vary, I believe this soul mesa is created for a common purpose—so we all have somewhere to go to listen to God, to stand uncertain and
vulnerable with more hope than fear, to experience deeper awareness of our lives, and to take an adult timeout when we cannot make sense of what goes on in the land of cement, cell phones, and celebrity Twitter wars.
My space changes depending on my mood and my needs. Sometimes it is as contained and colorful as the pillow-laden bottle dwelling I coveted as a pre-teen watching “I Dream of Jeannie.” Other times it is as narrow and urban-cool as a studio in a New York walkup. And when I sense myself breathing more deeply and freely, this soul space is as undefined as the desert horizon.
While I spend a lot of time in my head, I’m not always good about taking time to fully experience this space…and when I do go there, I tend to start rearranging furniture or mapping out a plan to get
somewhere, accomplish something, or even more detrimental…prove something.
That’s SO not the reason to explore our inner workings.
However, when I do finally rest in this sacred chamber without an agenda and without the clatter-chatter of my head, I am reminded why it exists and why it holds such potential and beauty. This is where we meet God. This is where dreams are planted, nurtured, and restored. And ultimately, this is where we discover our truest selves—if we’re willing.