Sophia is the other woman in my life. I’ve been going to her place for several years now. It’s okay; my wife knows.
Sophia is the goddess of wisdom, which is what her name means in Greek. She’s the consort of philosophers, prophets, mystics, musicians, wordsmiths and writers. She’s also the namesake of Agia Sophia (Holy Wisdom) a coffeehouse-bookstore in Old Colorado City run by Holy Theophany Orthodox Church.
I spend most mornings at the table in the Ethiopia Room. It’s upstairs by the window and commands a spectacular view of Pikes Peak. In the summer I sit outside and enjoy the same view from 15-feet lower. I’ve written a few books here, one page and one cup of French Press coffee at a time. I hope to write several more.
Most writers need their own place to work: a room that requires discipline and rewards effort; a space that signals the brain and body it’s time to go to work; an environment that encourages the imagination to come out and play; an atmosphere that allows dreams to become corporeal.
Sophia isn’t a jealous muse. She knows I have a home office and write in other coffee shops on occasion. But she also knows she inspires my best stuff.
There are other vocations and temperaments that need a holy (set apart) place in which to take root and flourish. If you’ve found yours, you are blessed. If you haven’t, keep looking.