When I found myself in the throes of an extended, debilitating period of post-partum depression, a poet friend gifted me with the mantra “the long road”. This mantra was and is a reminder that I am not interested in short-term success, in unearned bliss, or in personal gain, but in living a life worth telling about. My spirit, like all spirits, is sacred, and it will linger on this earth long after my physical being returns to dust. What stories will it tell? What energy will it pass along? What form will it take?
Space is both an internal and an external concept, at times completely intangible, existing beyond the borders and limitations of time. Sacred, to me, is every-being, and any-thing that has been consecrated and infused with a particular energy and for a specific purpose. Statues, stones, oils, candles, nourishment, prayers, and altars that we build in order to cultivate personal practice- yes, these are all sacred, essential, and allow us access to the divine both within and without. I cleave to many rituals of spiritual expression as a way of walking the long road. This is how the spirit evolves, and ultimately, I AM- WE ARE- the sacred spaces we seek.