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My Four Rooms"There is an Indian proverb or axiom that says that everyone is a house with four rooms: a physical, a mental, an emotional, and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time, but, unless we go into every room every day, even if only to keep it aired out, we are not a complete person." -Rumer Godden Not all of my rooms get 'aired out' as often they ought. I'm fairly certain that inside my physical room there are cobwebs in every corner, inches of dust covering the floor and the stale, still air of a place not visited for ages. It is a room long neglected. This room was quite busy in years past. The room was spotless, with a fresh breeze blowing through it as I jogged through crisp fall air. The room was filled with hope as I struggled in it alone to reach goals that were sometimes unattainable. Now the exercise bicycle stands alone, a monument to my failure. This is the room that I always have the best intentions for, but seldom find the inner strength to visit.My mental room seems to be getting the most attention of late. I read and I research and I write. I stretch my mind around new concepts and strange ideas and feel the growth. Hours spent in this room are a necessity as I must use my mental capacity to eke out a living for myself and my four children. My brain is my best tool, I must keep it agile. As I learn, I grow. I tend this room with all the fanaticism of a zealot. It is clean, it is bright and it is also my refuge. My emotional room is full of warmth. The irrepressible giggles of my babies, their laughter and their innocence feeds my emotional hunger in ways I never dreamed possible. My husband is also in this room, doing as best he can to understand and to meet my emotional needs. He is kind and he is loving but alas, he is after all, simply a man. There is a corner of this room reserved for the wailing and the pain that accompanies the recent death of my Mother, and the deep emotional pain of having a child suffer a stroke in the womb. Her attendant physical disabilities don't often merit my use of this corner of my emotional room, but when they do, there is tissue a plenty to wipe my tears. Then I move on. Staying for too long in this particular corner is dangerous and keeps me from seeing all the good there is in my life. There is too little light and too much sorrow in this corner of my emotional room. It is a place to visit when necessary, but not a place to stay. My spiritual room is a peaceful and a quiet and a harmonious place. The walls are strong in this room; they are decorated with stories of faith and pictures of my Lord. I kneel for prayer in this room, and feed my soul as I feast upon the words of Christ in the scriptures. My heart is at peace here. There is light in this room, enough to fill my soul to overflowing. This room is filled with gratitude for my blessings and faith that though the struggles of everyday mortality may be wearing, they are but a short time and will pass. There is more joy ahead than sorrow behind. |
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