“Love’s greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred.” – Barbara DeAngelis
I promised you definitions, and instead I am going to give you half an explanation. It has been a little while since I wrote the last post. This is partly because I have been working on getting my book ready to send out, but mostly it is because I had to sit with Sacred Feminine for a little while before I knew what to say.
Thinking back to the moment I found those words, I remember that I knew that sacred just felt right. It felt like my cells sighed; like my constant search had been temporarily suspended. Other times that I have felt like this have always involved a moment of pure connection: being with dear friends or family, standing at the edge of the sea or a beautiful lake, experiencing something exquisite, reading the right words, meeting a remarkable tree, or being somewhere beloved by others. It stands to reason then that sacred for me is that point of connection where I and something or someone else truly meet.
Yesterday Mark and I spent some time in the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. Its collection spans time and the globe, and walking around any corner, you find yourself face-to-face with something wonderful. In many of the galleries, my heart beat with appreciation and connection and it didn’t matter that I did not share a time or a religion or even a continent with the people who had created the treasures in front of me: we were connected by the beautiful object between us.
One of Style Statement‘s explanations of sacred is: “anything goes if it is deemed cherished.” I like that, but I have realized that it doesn’t have to be cherished by me for it to be sacred. I can hold a place for someone else’s cherished in my heart. Sacred is that space. It is the space where meaning lives, where understanding lies and where we meet in the middle. It is the place where I feel the most connected and the most free.
Does that make sense? If it does, I’d love to meet you there. (I’ll bring the tea.)
xo
