Returning the Corner to the Icons

I've got to do a little furniture re-arrangement this Labor Day. It's been bothering me for sometime. You see, a few months ago I decided I needed a better place for working on songs. Up to that time I'd been working in a little corner of our bedroom. I needed to spread out. Besides, our priest's bedroom is right underneath ours, and it's hard to record a song late at night in whispers. So, I needed to find some other spot in the apartment where I could put a chair, music stand, guitar stand, a couple pedals and a small table big enough to hold a multitrack workstation. My wife and I live in a two-bedroom apartment which is the second floor of an old Victorian-era house just over 100 years old. It was not designed to be broken up into 3 dwellings, so finding a little niche for my guitar stuff hasn't been easy especially since my wife has already staked a claim on the best spot for her pottery studio. No, I'm not bitter.

Anyway, a few months ago we decided the only spot left was our icon corner. So I arranged everything and set up shop there. I've never been easy with it however. It just felt disrespectful and something at a slightly-less-than-conscious level has been scolding me ever since. But like the good materialist I still seem to be most of the time. . .I ignored the promptings from my spirit. But today I'm going to give the corner back to the icons. Or rather, to the Lord, the Theotokos, and all the other Saints those icons represent. They take better care of the corner than I do. I feel better just thinking about it.

P.S. Here's a link to an account of the meaning of icons in pre-revolutionary Russia. Reading this clarified the promptings coming from my conscience.