Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.
It’ seems so long ago that we warmed ourselves around a roaring New Years fire under a glorious full moon illuminating everything so brightly. We shared intentions for the year which once spoken out loud, feels like you’ve given life to them, like seeds which only come to life after forest fires have blazed everything around them.
Our bus intentions are currently as frozen as the earth is in these mountains. With a husband with a bad cold and a very aged dog – who wouldn’t vote for central heating over frozen water pipes and having to chop wood (and organizing internet access).
I’m very excited that my workshop proposal (Stitching Sacred Space) has been accepted by Our Voice (Previously the Rape Crisis Center) as part of their ‘With Our Hands’ Art Workshop Series. This really brings me to the kind of work I want to be doing – combining craft and healing underpinned by spirituality. The spirituality doesn’t have to be spoken it simply is a background, a support through which I hold space for others to approach whatever is going on for them through creativity.
(Taking the dog a walk – my current sacred space)
So many new years resolutions are never met as we don’t plot a path to get where we want to get. Highlighting what isn’t working in our current approach helps to name the qualities we need to acquire as tools for the journey. My aim is to name these things through felt and fabric, to stitch stories in thread, and embellish sacred landscapes and objects. In creating wall hangings I invite people to create personal reminders, alters to give thanks, a focus to set wishes…but always remembering to plot our course. Meanderings take us wonderful places, magically weaving serendipitous circles but once we’ve set our path they will cycle us back to home. Your sacred place might be a walk in the forest, the ritual of filling the kettle for a cup of tea or dissolving into a hot bath – that ‘ahhhhh’ is us coming home to ourselves.