My husband and I have been enveloped in the process of moving for the past three months. In the midst of it all, I’ve been challenged to stay centered. I attribute my being off balance to the upheaval and dismantling of my sacred space that was our home. I have come to realize as I age, that beauty in my surroundings, a sense of order, and simplicity are not only desirable but also essential for my well-being.
Moving is a chaotic and disruptive experience. Our world at this time in history and herstory also feels chaotic and disruptive. The value of sacred spaces and places feels ever more precious, day by day.
What I have learned, as I’ve packed away my touchstones, icons, candles, and prayer journals is to carry and cherish the eternal oratory (chapel) within my heart and spirit. Yes, all the beautiful accoutrements mentioned above offer a visual and tactile feast, but the true essence of sacred space must be constant, ever present, and illuminated within my being.
This radiant realization brings me comfort as I approach the beginning of my eighth decade. Eventually, in time, the material outer world fades, and what lives on as truth, memory, and wisdom within the heart and soul is all that remains. Today, I embrace and begin the practice of carrying my oratory within me. READ MORE