Holy spaces, holy places.

I've long been intrigued by the writings of spiritual gurus I admire; many of them speak of prayer for extended times, journals full of fervency, and places that have become holy. I can name a few places that I would consider holy for me (a bridge near Okoboji Lutheran Bible Camp; all of Ingham Lake Camp; the mountains around Estes Park)...I wonder, does this idea extend to furniture?

I had a paisley chair in our basement; it came with me when we got married. This chair belonged to my great aunt, and it has travelled with me to nearly every place I have lived. When I moved into my new office at Zion, I took the chair with me because it matched the brown walls and Kari was ready for it to leave the basement. I always wanted that chair to become a holy space for me, but it never quite reached that status. Great for Playstation, not so much for the spiritual journey. We inherited two new chairs via garage sale -- old, brown leather wingback chairs with matching Ottoman stools. One is in our living room upstairs. Today, as the rain fell and I spent some time praying and thinking and listening, this chair suddenly took on a new personality. I found that the way this chair sits, the way it feels, this may become my newest holy place. Time will tell, and it certainly is dependent on my commitment to spend time with Jesus there, but it feels good.

Do you have a holy space/place? Where is it? What makes it so?