Where is your sacred space? How does it receive you from the world? How does it release you back into the world?
I've come to understand sacred space as anywhere we offer or receive love, listening, beauty or life. Sometimes that space has walls that hold us and sometimes it has arms.
The word sacred shares the same root as the word sacrifice. Sacrifice as in making an offering, not as in being a martyr. In our sacred spaces sometimes we offer up and sometimes we receive.
Sacred space is wherever I feel held; by the earth, by another human, by the walls, by the trees, by open sky, by open minds.
It's wherever I hold; the earth in my hands, my baby in my arms, the polarities of life in my heart.
It's wherever I feel listened to, validated, encouraged, seen.
It's where reality is respected, fear is faced and the impossible becomes possible.
It's where grief is practiced, vulnerability is nourished and love is planted.
It's bigger than a church, a mosque, a synagogue, a yoga class or a cluster of crystals and talismans.
It receives me however I am, wherever I am. It releases me back to the world equal parts human and being, with my own unique offering alive and beating in my heart.