Stargazer Walks with Bears, thank you for the reflections on your Sacred Space. I too have been focusing on my relationship with sacred space, inside and outside, through the last couple of weeks.
I realize that I have been operating under the illusion of a holding pattern, all because I have been attached to the form of my fulfillment. For many years, I had used the Sweat Lodge Ceremony as my weekly--sometimes daily--form of rebalancing, connecting with the Spirit World, and realigning with my own divine purpose. I had only a minimal idea of how much that ceremony had influenced what I was becoming; not only spiritually and energetically, but also the physical effects of continually purifying my body through sweating.
Since we arrived here at White Sage Landing, there has been not one opportunity for us to hold our Sweat Lodge ceremony. This is going on 2 and 1/2 years. I check in with guidance, which was very clear even at the beginning of this journey, that there would be a space of time just living day to day and setting intentions in the local energy grid, building the medicine wheel, and living. The sacred ceremonial space would come later. Everything must unfold in its own natural timing--there is no other way!
So I have been consciously choosing acceptance and non-attachment every time I catch my mind trying to paint a negative story about this situation, perceiving it as a loss. How clever the mind is in its attempts to get me to buy in to its version of the situation! The part I was missing, which I had uncovered just before the West Talking Circle, was to embrace the acceptance of this situation as PERFECT for the part of the cycle I am in now, perfect for building my INNER sacred space and inhabiting it.
With this understanding, I am suddenly able to let go of the desire for things to be different. I remember that the Sweat Lodge Ceremony is inside of me now. It is like a flower that blooms once every few years, and I can remember that, since it is truly a part of me, it will emerge into physical manifestation again (in perfect timing) like a flower.
Thursday, February 24
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