Long time since I've written, since I've just let these thoughts flow.
Sorry all. I have lots of reasons, excuses, explanations--but in all honesty, I just haven't felt it. I haven't felt the pull to put my thoughts, my emotions, my experiences down for the world to see. Things have just felt too raw, too fresh, too personal to put out there for the world to see....maybe even too much of each of those for me to see and acknowledge myself.
BUT, here I am. Back for now with a very poignant question--one posed in one of my courses this semester.
What do you hold as sacred?
Initially I thought--well this is easy...but, is it really? What do you value so strongly that it can change your behavior, your mood, your thoughts? What holds such power over you that there aren't words to describe it?
Me? what was my answer? I wanted to look beyond the "givens" of "my role as a parent", "my children", "family". Without those expected answers, what was I left with as truly sacred, truly spiritually moving, in my life?
Answer: Moving Water
Something about it moves me, stirs me to action, calms me, excites and rejuvenates me. I can sit on a pier, stand in the rain, run my hand through a puddle for hours. It doesn't get old. I find peace and comfort in the sound of waves, gentle and lapping or energy in those rushing and powerful. Water terrifies me, tempts me, sustains me. There are so many metaphors one can make with water and life and death and peace and power. For me, moving water encompasses each and all of these and something more--something indescribable--something sacred.
What is sacred to you? How? Why? What is your experience with this sacred object?