I have traveled and lived in many countries, and been a foreigner in a place that I tried to call home. In each place that I lived I attempted to create sacred space in my home and my surroundings. In some places I felt effortlessly at ease, and in others it was not so easy.
I learned that to enter a sacred space is to come home to your true self. It is a breath of familiarity that you are meeting a space that you never left at all but merely stopped remembering. It is when you step into your body and just breathe. It is a homecoming to your own ground, truth, wisdom and essence. It is surrender to what is, not what you expect to see. It is the softness and vulnerability within the core that brings you back to balance.
A sacred space is a space you arrive at when you finally see the truth, and can bare the reality. It is the only space where you can be both broken and whole at the same time. It is the fearless nakedness of your own heart to reveal itself.
To be in a sacred space is to feel safe – giving you the freedom to brush the boundaries that both separate you from the world and bring you closer to it. We seek this space wherever we go. It is an opening where you never expected there to be one. It is to touch something and to feel connection.
When we recognize this sacred space we relax into it. Our breath becomes easy. Our gaze softens. Our hearts open. We can accept, let go and welcome the unknown. We are at home in our body. We are at home in our life.
We can spend our entire life trying to come home to our true self. But it is not a journey. It already resides in us. Creating a sacred place isn’t where you place yourself. We step into the sacredness of a space when we surrender into how we choose to see the life we already embody.