by Monique Minahan
Where is your sacred space? How does it receive you from the world? How does it release you back into the world?
I’ve come to understand sacred space as anywhere we offer or receive love, listening, beauty or life. Sometimes that space has walls that hold us and sometimes it has arms.
The word sacred shares the same root as the word sacrifice. Sacrifice, as in making an offering, not as in being a martyr. In our sacred spaces sometimes we offer up and sometimes we receive.
Sacred space is wherever I feel held; by the earth, by another human, by the walls, by the trees, by open sky, by open minds.
It’s wherever I hold; the earth in my hands, my baby in my arms, the polarities of life in my heart.
It’s wherever I feel listened to, validated, encouraged, seen.
It’s where reality is respected, fear is faced and the impossible becomes possible.
It’s where grief is practiced, vulnerability is nourished and love is planted.
It’s bigger than a church, a mosque, a synagogue, a yoga class or a cluster of crystals and talismans.
It receives me however I am, wherever I am. It releases me back to the world equal parts human and being, with my own unique offering alive and beating in my heart.
This piece originally published on The Huffington Post.
Mo is a writer and yoga teacher who believes in peace over happiness and love over fear. She likes to set her sights high and then take small steps to get there. You’ll find her walking the dirt path behind her house with her little fluffy dog, practicing walking her talk by keeping her head high and her heart open. Contact: moniqueminahan.com