My Favorite Room is our downstairs family room. Hands down favorite. We just painted it in a warm tan, almost but not quite adobe. The color embraces you, welcomes you.
It’s decorated with Navajo art. Sand paintings, small and large. Painted tiles of pueblos and a desert ranch. A peace pipe. A large painting of a native women gazing at a pueblo dwelling from a balcony.
I’m not sure why or how I’ve come to love the Navajo culture. I think it was early on when I’d read Louis L’Amour westerns. My dad had a large paperback library and I’d snatch them after he’d read one, sometimes rereading the same one over and over. My dad knew I was reading them, so every now and then, I’d find one on my dresser or my pillow. He and I liked the Sackett adventures the most.
Later on I started reading Tony Hillerman and it was he who introduced me to Jim Chee and Joe Leaphorn and the Navajo culture and country. Since then, I’ve read and studied a bit on my own. And our downstairs family room is our . . . my . . . tribute to those people.
My Favorite Room is peaceful. Cool in summer. Warm in winter. Restful.
I can think. Imagine. Watch a movie. Rest and sometimes take a nap. Write a little . . . okay, a lot.
It’s my sanctuary. My get away.
My Favorite Room.
I think each of us has a place where we go when we need to. We need a place to go. To recharge. Retreat. Regroup. To think and plan. Perhaps quietly celebrate. Maybe lick our wounds. Sometimes alone. Sometimes with others. Mostly alone.
Each of us needs a place like that. Without it, we run out and get used up like a battery that loses its power or energy. Without it, we wind down and can’t wind back up. Without it . . .
I suggest you discover one of your own.
Within your house like mine. Maybe outside of your house. The back deck facing a woods. A riverbank. A route you take for a walk or for a ride on your bike.
Make it your own. Use it when needed. And perhaps, even when it isn’t needed. Something to think about . . .
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