A sanctuary, in its original meaning, is a sacred place. By extension a sanctuary is a safe haven…a hideaway…a place of safe retreat.
For me, unless I am in such a place, it’s difficult to listen to that inner voice that calls. And such a place could be in the privacy of my home office…or in my truck as I’m parked near a field of bluebonnets…or in the shower as the steaming hot water cascades over my shoulders…or in a bamboo hut in the rain forest of Costa Rica…or in the secluded mountain cabin where I invested several days in listening.
It was in that little New Mexico cabin (see photo) that I was in the 3rd month of grieving the loss of my wife of 40+ years. But, it was also there that I was seeing the world through fresh eyes. That inner voice (I hope this isn’t too, too…something…spooky or mystical or far out…but don’t you hear that voice sometimes, too?) was guiding me, giving me clarity because I was taking the time to listen.
I would not have heard the calling during those few days if I had been at work or in a noisy restaurant or at a grandchild’s game or with the TV blaring the latest news or sports or whatever. I know, that I needed to be hidden away…in a safe haven…in a sanctuary. So, step one in really listening…find yourself a sanctuary. It may be as close as your closet or backyard.