All of us have a place, a space, whether it’s within ourselves or outside of ourselves that we go to again and again to get a sense of who we are.
Joseph Campbell said: Your sacred space is where you find yourself time and time again.
I loved that quote so much the first time I read it, I painted it on a block of wood that I found somewhere and I’ve schlepped it around with me for decades.
As I’ve been through good times and bad, I’ve realized just that what means. The best definition of sacred to me is: Entitled to reverence and respect. A space is: a room, interval, place, distance, area or gap.
It’s the space where you “go” and you don’t worry about what’s going on in your life. You forget all about the temporal and you’re in your groove. It’s almost womb-like that way because when you’re there, time stands kind of still and every worry is put on hold. You feel good, alive, sweet, beautiful. You don’t even think about it, but if you did it would be: “I AM.”
I’ve moved around alot. But wherever I’ve landed, whatever dire or not so dire circumstances I’ve found myself in, I’ve always managed to find that space. That space where I can be exactly who I am, be me.
For me that space is writing, painting, making something old and neglected new and beautiful. When I do those things, it never fails — I feel good — there’s something rhythmic about it, a knowing.
Big or Small Spaces — Doesn’t Matter
I’ve lived in big and small spaces. When hubby and I moved here, we had to let go of alot of stuff because it wasn’t going to fit into the smaller space we were going to.
Letting go of stuff isn’t a big ordeal for me anymore because I’ve acquired and let go of all kinds of stuff for decades. It’s kind of a gift really — forces you to really look at what you’ve accumulated — and ask yourself, “Does this make me feel good? Is there a good memory attached to this? How would I feel if I didn’t have this anymore?
When you let it go, it clears up a space for you — literally and metaphorically.
I’ve spent the past three yeas adapting to this new space, this time in my life where we get to visit the ocean and Manhattan pretty regularly. I don’t know how long we’ll be here. No matter. I can “visit” it anytime, when I write or think about it, as I have other places I’ve been, when I’m in my sacred space.
What’s your sacred place? Is it physical or a something within you? Share please.
Happy Monday everyone and enjoy some nice tunes.