Sacred Boundaries - For It's Own Sake!
The ache wouldn't go away. I'm moving slower now, I'm breathing deeply. There are still red patches on my skin from the poison ivy; the body doesn't forget as easily. The Common Blue Forest Violet, Viola Papilionaceaem, is a welcoming crowd. They are smiling - they know what I've just walked in to. In that moment the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. All of a sudden I feel like I want to cry. The vibration is off the charts. I'm close to the sacred source. I hear words whispered, "For it's own sake..."
And I bow.
It's a co-creative dance between us and the divine, the divine in us, and a series of relationships we hold. I've been exploring the concept of something existing "for it's own sake." To protect the sacred source of your being...to put down boundaries, for sustainability. To engage in you, the sacred expression of the divine. All that is. This must be done for it's own sake - in it's own merit. I will protect the essence because it is the essence.
Last time we talked about the space in-between. I was grouchy this morning - I felt pressure and no space. There were things I needed to do and my mind wanted to get to it. But my soul said go slow...several interruptions came my way. I felt short and annoyed. I'm not going to be able to get my slow time. Am I going to be able to eat?!
So I went to my altar and lit the candles. I made slow time. I sat and said some prayers, I shuffled my tarot cards. I have four decks that I pull from. My boundaries around the sacred look like not doing anything else until I at least light the candles. Sometimes I just need to be still to recognize and honor the sacred...the essence that dwells in me...
How do we protect this flame? How do we honor something for it's own sake just because IT IS and that renders it precious. Ceremony and ritual are part of how we enter a space in time.