In 2013 when I first dedicated myself to the practice of concentration meditation, yoga, and to holotropic breathwork therapy, I learned something vital about the need for the cultivation of space in our being where moods cannot develop.
Herman Hesse calls this space "inner sanctuary" in his book Siddhartha, a fictionalisation of the life of the Buddha, and I can tell you from direct experience, this space is real, and it contains both the desert of the real and the dessert of the real ~ it is simultaneously: a barren landscape of dust and debris and the detritus of our decimated ecological landscape; and a fecund landscape of moons made from ch-ease-cake and peach meringues.
It is a place
inner sanctuary
It is a place where you can both have your cake, eat it, and share it with your friends and lovers [but oh, wait, I already said that].
It is a place where the word "both" does not connote a dichotomy but denotes a quantum reality where if we want to, if our longing is sufficiently over-powering, we can build castles in the clouds and not complain to God when they fall from grace, to Earth.
It is a place where the grace of the kingdom of god hoo art in heaven is not mutually exclusive with Earth.
It is a sp(l)ace where/whence/from where artful living grows natrually [as a type, TYPO~! GROWs from the fingers] as a direct and immediate consequence of living from the heart.