© 2009 Marica

040 – The Karori-ites

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.
— John Keats

It has been really cold here and many layers are required to keep warm even with all our heating on. This afternoon my husband and son realised they both had the same polar fleece tops on. As they started to play around with their tops I took some photos. What else are people to do on yet another freezing cold, wet, supposedly spring Saturday? We were all laughing and having some fun.

While joking around we decided that we should start a new monastic order, the Karori-ites. We already knew what the robes would like. This had to be a mixed order – I wanted to be included – and it definitely couldn’t be a silent order (that would be impossible in our household).

In many ways our home is already like a monastery – it is our sanctuary where we can be ourselves and recharge our batteries. We love being at home and we love coming home at the end of the working day. As we walk through our front door each evening and close the door behind us Lynsey and I let out this deep sigh of relief, “we are home” and it feels wonderful and safe.

Our home is our space, our place. It reflects who we are and what we love. This is our sacred space and it brings us great peace and joy. In return we honour and respect it, and look after it.

19. Every day make time for yourself.
29. Every day eat, drink, rest, work, exercise, play, love, create for your own good. And the good of others.
32. Every day have a laugh.

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