Updated: Apr 24, 2019
Not long ago, my Yoga teacher asked us in class to visualize what we wanted the most at the moment. The object of our desires had to be something that we really needed, something that would serve a higher purpose, fulfill our ultimate needs. I didn’t need to think at all – all my life I have been wanting and imagining the same: A room of my own. My secret and sacred space where I could write whenever and for how long I needed. The space so peaceful and quiet that no voice of doubt would dare shake. A room of my own is what I desire, what I need, what I dream of.
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction,” wrote Virginia Woolf in A Room of One’s Own. I have no doubts that what she said was true. But the room I have been longing for, for over ten years, secretly filling up my space with books and art, ornaments and paintings, curtains and floor cushions, flowers, and candles, remain in my mind. And I grew desirous and frustrated, exhausted by my own dream.
Until the day I finally realized that the room I have been manifesting and failing to materialize doesn’t have to be a physical space limited by four walls and filled with stuff but space in our minds. The irrepressible need for writing, the resilient decision to put our words on paper.
What I want, and need will never be given to me – I must create it. So here it is, in honor of the literary goddess, Virginia Woolf, I am opening the doors of a virtual room for all of us who share the belief that “there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that can be set upon the freedom of my mind.”
Let your mind roam free; tell your stories, ask questions, meditate, ruminate, reflect your soul. Send me your thought-provoking prose about anything that feels urgent to you, and I will help you shape it, and publish it in Virginia’s Room.
Together we can create what we need.