Hortus Deorum

There is a chair in every sacred home that faces the window.

Not the television. Not the kitchen. The window.

It is not meant for productivity. It is not meant for guests.

It is meant for presence—for mornings when the world does not require your urgency, and afternoons when the light is gold enough to remind you you are alive.

You do not sit in this chair to do.

You sit in it to be.

A House of Stillness is not a house with no sound.

It is a house with no rush.

And the chair by the window becomes its altar—where time folds inward and the self is reassembled.

To build a life of poise, you begin not with walls or colors or budgets.

You begin with one chair.

And one window.

And the discipline to do nothing in it.