By Diane Ako
I read that women caves are the new hot answer to the long-trending man caves. In this case, they're little sheds separate from the house.
I first saw this on Facebook, when my California friend Nanea Hoffman posted a series of excited updates about her She Shed. It's in her backyard.
I didn't realize this was the new, hot thing. Much later, I read about it in Time magazine. That means it's a big deal.
We don't have enough house-space to create the traditional man cave, so my husband's is in the garage. It's where he does all his testosterone stuff.
Bike, work on his bike, read about his bike, clean his bike, tend his bike equipment, and let it all hang out in a way that won't gross out the two females he lives with.
I decided I needed a woman cave. I don't have enough yard to build one. My yard is the size of a postage stamp.
Everyone else has a space all their own. The dog has her porch. The kid has her room (which nobody else wants to enter because it's always a minefield of toys). The cat has the world.
I needed to carve out some house-space for my own estrogen sanctuary. I considered the master bedroom, but it's called the master bedroom for a reason: it's not the mistress bedroom. I have to share it with the master.
I thought maybe I could claim the master bathroom because Claus likes his own space so he exclusively uses the guest bathroom, but I can't. Olivia has all her stuff in both bathrooms and uses some of my hair products. Plus, meditation and toilet aren't the words I wanted to put together here.
We have a teensy little storage area, pretty much the size of a generous walk-in closet, that I decided to use. It's peach colored and has a ladybug light sconce, so I'm halfway there.
In went my yoga mat and my spiritual meditation items. Inspirational photos. Calming images. In went me.
I shut the door, sat down, and felt really good. I closed my eyes and listened to the Gayatri Mantra (yoga stuff) and focused on breath. Outside I could hear the house noises as they slowly faded off as I tuned out the world and into myself.
This is nice! It's clearly not a stand-alone shed, so I've named it the Meditation Chamber. That sounds fancy and authoritative.
People came to check on me. Olivia wanted permission for something or other. Claus wanted me to help find something or other. The usual family requests.
"I'm in my Meditation Chamber," I called back through the door. "Don't bother me unless it's an emergency." I defined for them that "emergency" means you're bleeding from a head wound.
So they left me alone. Mommy got her head screwed on straighter after half an hour of down time. Niiiice.
I like my repurposed room. I'll be in there if anyone's looking for me.
Do you have a Man Cave or She Shed?