Patty Mayeux Blog

Last week I had my first volunteer gig at Keith House where a James Turrell Skyspace, called Come To Good, is located. That night a sound bath accompanied the light sequence, adding another sensory level to the community gathered. How lucky am I to have found such a peaceful space in my new backyard? But that day a storm raged, dampening my enthusiasm. I wondered if the event would be cancelled, then I could stay home, mindlessly drooling at the drivel offered on some screen. The threat of becoming a true couch potato urged me to do one small thing to get out the door and on the way, anticipating awaiting rewards. I gave thanks for the easy drive to get there, even in the rain. I checked visitors in while respecting the silence and reverence of the space and time, happy to gather with new friends and strangers. My bare feet drew in the coolness of the stone floor while my body reverberated with the vibrations of the singing bowls. I was enriched, filled and renewed, as a deep sense of calm and peace entered my very cells and bones. Turns out, one small thing is no small thing.