Calling in the Sacred

The Soul speaks in symbols and metaphors, which is why we are drawn to myths, archetypes, and ceremonies. When the Soul's energy is evoked, we are connected to the quantum "field": the mystical realm of Nature. This realm is transcendent, timeless, and eternal. Though considered "spiritual", it is proven by science. It is always here, and we are always part of it.

Yet our current "social scape" distracts us from these realms. We live in a "culture of busy" with a focus on consumerism, leaving many people disconnected and dissatisfied. We often worship money over wealth, and trample what is sacred for gains to "The Market". It is no wonder many feel so lost and demoralized! We seem to have forgotten who we really are, and what our purpose truly is.

It is therefore imperative that we make space to land, once again, in The Sacred. Where is this found? It is always in nature, in altruistic prayer and service, and within loving relationships. It surfaces in our stillness and our ability to listen to our intuition. It is often evoked by myths and poems, including "The Invitation" by Oriah Mountain Dreamer:

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

So despite, or maybe even because of, our current political and cultural turmoil, it is imperative that we reconnect to what is Sacred. Seek a sense of peace and awe in nature. Engage in prayer for the wellbeing of all. Take time for silence so we can hear our Soul speak. And love those for whom we care with all our heart.